Painting by Stephanie Borg

He gently desintegrated
listening to a tango
at 2:00 a.m
His body is a particle
of sofness waiting to be
His heart is behind him.

He always learns
to be nobody repeating himself
to himself when that song
pinches him on the inner arm:
it is the same pain year after year.
He built an altar for it
beside his bed just
to exercise his tears,
don't cry for me Argentina,
let me cry for you,
let me cry for us.

Karla Bardanza


    Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

1 comment:

  1. Another poem that rings forth with such deep loyalty and emotion! You do everyone justice in this flower! EXALT!