Impact
And since the new reality was upon us truly we
accepted it: our God was dead. Buried him yesterday
afternoon with no songs, no paeans, nor lamentations
and we felt a lot lighter. Nothing was as ticklish as
the mood of the somber day while fear, I’d say, was
hidden deep in our hearts. Sorrow reigned in the black
funeral home while beggars, outside, stretched their
hands asking for what we couldn’t spare: decency
of the new serpent who appeared without fangs,
feverish magnolia bloomed its purple flowers over
our nuptial bed and in an eyrie we filled our chalice
with courage and shipped it to the four corners of
the universe and promised never to be trapped again
in the idiocy of a system.
The Andean condor we declared heir of the flesh
the wind and the rain we proclaimed our catharsis
evoe, oh, free elements, evoe
multiply and conquer the earth someone said and
it was good
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