THE PYROMANCERS WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH US (Fragment)

Because of our fiery struggle and votive hope

/ Everything is exported

Nothing matters

I do not even have hairs on my tongue to burn

Neither witchcraft in my black that will blaze

: Today I am back, in freedom, to ratify

What yesterday / arrested in 76 / I used to reiterate

When the Security of the State of affairs

/ during the Somoza & other fumes

I was invited to the burning-spectacle of my garbage & other poems

/fireproof

With the threat of making myself one in the extensive flames

/ Also in my eyes

If I did not shut up and stop

: Warning me to refrain from saying

/ Pure compliment without any spark

—Pyromancing me

But they pretend not to know

That before any kind of fire or under any

Twisting ash

We always stay with our Motherland

/ Your attentive & secure server

No water in the mouth or eyes

Has ever served to extinguish facts & wastes

/ Pyromancers

Nothing better than the living water of the bombs

/ Of the village firemen

For that reason since then & always

We accompany ourselves in the same way

/everyday

By none other than the phoenix-fireman: Otto René Castillo

: Firefighter of his own & my proto-pyromaniacs

: To our fire – there is no ceasefire.