Last Sunday
In the morning
When I saw her
Inside the butcher’s shop
My love died.
That very moment
The edge of the long knife
Fell right on my left rib
Splitting it in two;
Pointed steel
Sharp as her eyes
Poked inside
My blood-red-heart
Popped out,
Drops of love
Dripping all over
Perfumed earth.
My blood-red-heart
Cut to pieces
Each little one
Tossed in mid-air
To feed the dog,
The crow and the eagle
By her
Sweet little hands;
Divinity in her face
Contemplative eyes
Pitied voice.
At a distance
I stood;
Love like sweat
Dripping
Inside and outside,
Dead water
Dark as pantheon
In a spurt from underground
Drowned me
From toe
To head.
