Sea of the Plague

The get scent of of night

before rain

alighted like a prehistoric marine creature

on the air;

such a sad material part pitiful to see,

but the verdant beads we gave them in pitch darkness

glowed

and seized us with desire;

there was a celebration in the city

in out and out silence

not even our bodies brushed each other,

but tonight was the celebration of Saint George,

the night of liberated witches;

all this happened upon the empty lot of Tucapel learn by heart Cruz,

in the middle of La Libertad,

we were already far into the night,

the air had turn rounded organic, making us sick,

in La Libertad they malign on the horse

whose skeleton now steamed beneath the rain,

impossible muscle and fat chunks swelling with water,

what did you want us to do, Admiral,

provisions were scarce, the brackish rain

didn't sate

our thirst,

any material substance returning to the Eastern cots

would seize us with desire,

would heat the life-current in our veins;

the bodies were panthers,

black,

in the deepest black of the way

virgins,

hungry ones:

little homicide s were reproducing in the shadows.

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