TINDER NEST

I

GAVE SHELTER TO A BIRD, 
NAKED, WITHOUT PLUMES

PREMATURE SPRING OF THE BORES,

UNDER WEAKNED WALLS,

AN OLD BELLFRY OF SADNESS,

WITH THREE RUSTED BELLS IN SILENCE,

BY PIRATES…AND THEIR CANNONS,

ABANDONED ON THE DUNG,

IN THE FLIHTS OF OTHER TIMES,

I REMEMBER THAT DINNER,

COULDN’T REACH YOUR CLOSED BEAK,

SQUEZZING THE BROWN EARTHWORM,

PULLED OUT FROM THE GROUND,

MINE….REMAINED OPEN.

SEARCHING GREEDY YOUR HUNGER,

FALSELY STEPPING THE CHAFS,

OF THE FOURTH FLY TO THE NEST,

I FALL WITHOUT FLY

DID NOT BEAR MY CLAWS THE AIR,

THE SAME FOR EVER DREAM,

SAME EMPTYNESS OF THE BITTER TUMBLE,

FACING SMILING WARRIORS,

LOOKING FOR US AT THE FRONT,

BODY WHO WHEEL WITHOUT FEDERS,

ENDING UNDER THE BENCH,

THAT HOLD YOUR KINDLY SOUL,

I FELT YOUR HAND IN MY BACK,

ROSE ME IN SORROW YOUR GLACE,

THAT ONE OF WONDERFUL EYES,

PREPARING THE BONFIRE,

WITH THE NEST OF A TINDER FRESH.