The Children

As the sun is cleaning up the shade, in a world walled
Up by light, we give away our bodies of stone to the
Atrophy of the world, the dream being disclosed in the
Partition of the blood.

Time coming out of the orgasm of a woman with no
Ovaries makes her immune to our repletion.
We thus fertilize the most mundane things by accident.

By the edge of this wood circled by graves..
We walk under thick transitional foliage unaware of
Our own dying.

We split open, with our fingers made of light, the wall
Of darkness excruciated by the coming up of a new born day.

There are no angles to be found in this natural place,
Where decaying corpses are the only ones which know
How to multiply in their mineral sepulchers.

By the edge of this wood circled by graves...

As being covered with foliage in order to go by
Unnoticed, we ourselves have turned into plants and,
Although being male, we have given birth to beautiful children.

Women had been turning arbore scents of this forest
Full of desires.

Little by little, as we were left alone in our own
Bodies, we could only think but of our woes, it was
Only on the way back to the house, which we used as a
Shelter that the horizon was given to us as a body
Lying in a dusty and crepuscular sky.

We enjoyed our vanity for a moment before losing all hope again.

The head of a child appears on the threshold, his face
Over-plastered with clay is set on a skull of paper, he is
The guardian of these places where memory passes like
A breath, and leaves only but crumbs of time to those
Who are still stranded on earth?

“Child! Innocent as the elderberries, you alone still
Gives a meaning to these things that you stroke but
Only with your eyes...”

Then going in our beds of dust we have fantasized our
Dementia and the world; and thus the very coming of
The night.

The light, gleaned earlier by our dazzled eyes, turned
Us into nyctalopes, while our thirst for knowledge did
Erase our anger and our suspicions.

By the edge of this wood circled by graves...

We, human beings, by night and day, like the remains
Of our sole ancestors, stay by the side of the child who
Sleeps within ourselves, while imperceptibly,
With time, we slowly fade away