She
She took two steps forward
She took two steps backward
The first step said good morning mister
The second step said good morning lady
And the other steps whispered how're the kids
This day's as lovely as a sky full of pigeons
She was wearing a burning brassiere
She had eyes rocked to sleep by the sea
She had buried her dreams in a windy closet
She had come on a dead man wedged in her head
When she got here one lovely part of her was still miles away
When she left something shot upon the skyline and waited for her
Her looks were bedsores and bled on the hill
When her breasts were opened she warbled the dusk of her age
She was lovely as the sky beneath a pigeon
She had a mouth made of steel
And the flag of death was scrawled on her lips
She laughed like the sea feeling coals in its belly
Like the sea with the moon drowning inside it
Like the sea when it's killed all its beaches
The sea that spills over that falls in the void when life gets too soft
When the stars gurgle over our heads
Before the North Wind has opened its eyes
She was lovely in her landscape of bones
With her burning brassiere and her look of a tree that's played out
Like the sky on horseback over the pigeons
De “Ver y palpar”, 1941
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