Cactus on the Mountain of Silence
The girl…
Above the songs, belted with sound.
And the girl…
Waking tales, veiled by death.
From a trunk that witnessed… a martyr.
Celebrate…
The day you shed the fitting shroud
For the humiliation of a slave’s dance.
They appeared to the fear-stricken masses,
Oil resembling menstrual blood.
Cactus on the mountain of silence,
He whose youth died…
A forehead of demise.
…….
……..
Oh color of the wind’s book,
Take from her the homeland… fill it.
A hook entangled in her throat… my heart.
From her life, she yearns to die.
She yearns for places to depart.
She yearns for the dark faces
Upon the page of…
Peace.
