Artchil Daug Poems

Please give these flowers to Madame Henrietta,
just before the ravens signal the arrival of Nephthys
that she may see me in the land of her dreams
and remember the first time I cast my feelings
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Those dwellers of the sand
covered the moon with blood
that Wednesday afternoon when
the empire went into the mud
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Their ears were not enough
for the words I uttered.
They heard the sound
but listening mattered.
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They told me I cannot write
something remote like the sand and pebbles
of a secluded beach in Siquijor
stranded in isolation by the tides
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The professor gently tucked in his chair
in that little corner of the office he called home
while he is in school teaching philosophy classes
within the cave on the top floor just enough
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Three elevators got stuck
the day I opened my father's life
to the eyes of Matroska dolls:
a businessman was trapped, helpless,
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The rocket of a ball
that passed through before
her eyes, antedated eyes,
was as fast as a bullet
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Three dogs were running amok
in the middle of the town
when a fire broke out like
a tidal wave, swallowing
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The night arrived, bringing the voices of unborn children in the form of a demon disturbing the peace of slumber with a sulfuric whisper, 'I bless thee, O venerable child, thou art alpha and omega, the eternal apocalypse, the child of evolution, yet an anomaly of equations, without purpose, without the mechanistic limits of the time arrow, '
the demon showed me a world in the river of sorrow, 'see the madness thou species brought,
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Where did his feet go,
walking, the dreaded steps
of the night watchman,
turning the flashlight
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