Poetry

Are you there to listen
my voice,
in the wilderness of violence
and other atrocities?
 
My toes were hurt
in uncharting the path
of arms and rams in avenging
the dead silence.
 
You will get back
what I did not give you
in the aftermath of tragiccomedies.
 
Life walks by pink
pythons to trade the peace
on the name of gods.
 
The calamity of the angels
to become hard warriors.