Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal-

THE SIREN SONG


Sitting at the edge of the beach
I try to make sense of the sea.
I want it to lift me in its waves
and deposit me in the middle
of the ocean.  I want to die
at sea far from the human race.
The siren song is taking hold
and I have no control over it.

 

 

BLEEDING STARS IN THE SKY


It does not stop bleeding
stars in the sky.
There is a flood of light
and bad omens.
The moon sails far way
and angels die.
The forgotten feel the
brimstone on earth.
Night does end soon enough
and the light is
bright and loud.  I hear it.
Doors become unhinged.  I
look to the sky
where souls drift away as
light consumes them.
It is death and loud stars.
I hear them talk.