Ecstasy / Luis Felipe Rojas

Photo/Luis Felipe Rojas

this is my word
this is the music by which I have to die

they are going to rip out my tongue
to avoid a song:
I who hate stews
and slogans
the flags of dry holes

they are going to tie my hands
others will feel my fear.

they’re going to cut my rotting tongue:
I only want to cross the barbed wire

November 15, 2010