The Scholarship of the Guerrillero

… it looks like

certain hand games

produce some tingling

under the armpit

and others

a lot of pain

between the liver and the soul

: no matter what I choose to tell you

the bullets were his

before he was part of the bullets …

and the day of his death

it was the biggest

of your own

days without himself

but this has always been the way

—It’s almost a prophecy form of concentric circles—

: Ciro, invalid

you, dead.

I’m lost

and the other moving parts are still

on the chess table

no matter

the scrubbing of these controlled accidents in which we live

but what an irony!

throughout the poet’s prayer

God was very busy forgiving sins

Yes

today

he has to return to the eyes of his water

hands: that old ease of becoming a fist

because of the situation.

And well… the situation is quite bonydelic

And none of us are robots

And here where I write

There’s only two type of people:

The dead

and those who are going to die.