Places With Glory Hole Orange County

War Cecilia Meireles

There is so much blood that rivers

turn away from their rhythm, the ocean

delirium and pushes his red foam.

ago
much blood as the moon itself rises, fearful,
wandering in quiet places, the red halos
sleepwalker,
the fire of hell in her hair.

He is so dead
the faces themselves, side by side, does not recognize
and pieces of bodies are there as wrecks without
employment.

There are so many dead souls
that only colonize, the
released ... and reach the stars.

poem by Cecilia Meireles