I Wear My Wifes Girdle

Lisbon

© 2010 M. Sonseca

There are words that seem more silence than words
not because they are saying quietly,
is the place under the fog
or the draw in the shadow of death presumptuous.


Those words unexpected burrowing
the monotonous speech of man,
scorn the trappings of the fable
that surrounds the figures of the procession
and are always ready to escape
of texts that assemble truncated
..............
But those words are not alone
and each partner then searches
and reabsorbed substance lost,
uncatalogued item
that becomes more silence than words,
not quite silence

Roberto Juarroz