White Rose
(For Spanish translation click here)

I feel all right. Now

a stoical frost shines

on me.

Making me laugh, ruby-colored

rope

that grinds in my body.

Endless rope,

like a

spiral

descending

of evil . . .

bloody rope and lefty

shaped by

a thousand strut daggers.

Going in this way, braiding

its rolls of crepe;

and tying the tremulous cat

of Fear to the frozen nest,

to the ultimate bonfire.

And now I am calm,

surrounded by light.

And a shipwrecked coffin

meows in my Pacific.