Awakening
The dawning East is red
And the feeding birds are here.
To vex the air
With their bloodshot eyes.
Where are the flowers of the cardinal?
Life's dirge is useless without them.
The answers are there, yet none would dare,
For the life of man will change.
In death paupers should share his flowers
At least with dewy holy water.
The dawning East is red
And the feeding birds with bloodshot eyes
Shriek; crackling sound
In the distant sugarcane fields.
And the feeding birds are here.
To vex the air
With their bloodshot eyes.
Where are the flowers of the cardinal?
Life's dirge is useless without them.
The answers are there, yet none would dare,
For the life of man will change.
In death paupers should share his flowers
At least with dewy holy water.
The dawning East is red
And the feeding birds with bloodshot eyes
Shriek; crackling sound
In the distant sugarcane fields.
Illustration by Beatriz González Torre.
