Funeral Poems For Mom
Angels of the Four Legged Kind
Wings are not only for the parrots above
for God gifted your with a dog to love
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Part II (9-2007)
Ode to Age
That old man, I watched him
trying in vain--to enter into his apartment,
to open the entranceway with his hands and key--which
summoned his brain, in vain;
not working with his eyes, at eighty-seven.
And there, there, in the yard beside him
a boy of ten, his grandson, playing with their dog:
a pair of lives changing, like summer time and winter,
rain and snow; one watching additional grow old,
wanting to die; the other, vibrant, hip to thigh,
loosed hair, waiting for another 12 months to pass
so he'll grow up fast.
Take note: No. 1994, Daniel together with Papa Augusto, and the dog Jason, in the garden, while the author sits relating to the platform watching. The clouds inside sky, darkening, it is usually Wednesday, about 4: 30 PM, 9-19-2007, Huancayo, Peru.
Death by Suicide
(#(... in addition to a long needle)
Suicide is like a long needle in the heart--;
one wanting to escape the slum of earth's dark.
Not experiencing the high elm above their heads
(and spring being not remote);
consequently, they think to conquer life and death
just using one breath!
Many ways to die, many coffins under
this sky;
darkness shadows everywhere... so many pits
and flash floods in the normal life--
nevertheless after winter, there's always spring:
too bad they can't see it, from where they stay.
Take note: No: 1994 (9-19-2007)
Human-trees
We are human-trees, born from the roots of others--;
with branches for arms and legs...,
we lose days in our lives like trees drop leaves
off of their branches.
Water exists within us--.
Such as bark from trees, we shed our skin--