death suffering from
so many defects/see
the glory of this day/the birds
singing standoffish/the
dogs’ decision they live
their unforgiving outwardness/
no astral opposed in the evening
with whereabouts unknown/
the bridge from one to what was
walked by disjointed numbers/
the being who strives to be with lamps
to tell it where to find the irises/
those who perfumed the passing
in black holes/
To Rodolfo Alonso
– Juan Gelman
(Tr. by K. M. Hedeen & V. Rodríguez Núñez)
