The Raging Sea

PHOTO: Patricia Venegas

69 tongues of anger seek my jugular and my desired thorn
of vermin and travel, and the test loses balance and I fall
Full of touch and shadow, and lying in the slow agony of the sea
that writhes tremblingly like a wounded body
of ocean and gallops, of dead mermaids and angels,
the chrysalis greets my song of desolation and glass

What a wave of fury, the tide grows with its banal
snake game, and throw my name
hungry for shipwrecks and receives the deaf
response from the rocks that are already beginning to lick my wound
There is so much salt in the blood, so much echo in the eyes
Oh blind and purple sea, oh defenseless foam of a miracle
pale and human crying like a wounded anchor.

Now that the ship is sinking and only you can save me
and doubts of my doubts, my rites and my ruins,
and with bitter sweetness you let me sink
and may the sea free you from my wicked company,
I lose the ball of yarn towards your hands and begin to submerge
with thirst for absence and fainting,
I inhale the skeletal water
that rocks in my lungs,
and with my wet clothes of exile
and stingrays on the fingers,
I light a cigarette of horaca,
to bow to Lady Death,
to which without a doubt;
I still love.


Calih Rodriguez
Poetry participating in the National Poetry Meeting «Marejada». Santa Elena, December 2011