YOU HEAR the destruction of wood Poem by Antonio Gamoneda

YOU HEAR the destruction of wood



YOU HEAR the destruction of wood (the blind termites in its veins), you see needles and wardrobes full of shadow.

It is the mortal nap. So much childhood under the eyelids!

Like the sad horsefly of summer, you take from your face, your mother's black serge. You will

wake in oblivion.

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