The Voice Of The Dead Poem by Sebastian Soberania

nuggets of gold
carried by an old
galleon
that sunk in 1534
in the Pacific
Ocean

i have a map
on sheepskin

i keep it inside
my heart

i dive deep
alone

i suffer to get
back that
gold

buried deep
in that
ocean of secrets

too much
pressure
i did not endure

i exploded and
died

i am a bubble of
words

this is my
soul babbling

are you still
alive?

do you still want
these nuggets of
wisdom?

these gold that
explodes men

this soul that
looks for a body