you can take back the days you brought
birds buried august
and a rootless man through the window
blinds the sea he swears to have touched with blood
it could have been love if it hadn’t come
so straight from thirst
a double faced mistrust and arms
turned to deserts
the echo of death resounds in the skin
that makes me see your absence filling the streets
paper tears fall to the ground
and belatedness was never so late
from here where the deaf scream sets
alight the refusal of dawn
from where the skull crushes the heart
a man cuts through the window
his own certainty of having been
it’s not too late for a morning
that was buried in so many nights
the stairs died of thirst
the ground fell into never
you can take back the days you brought