A Raven Night

A Raven Night

What would they know?

My voice was shouting

Across the room an empty cross

To professed the crossing paths

That have awaken humanity:

The Love Song of T.S Eliot

Was drowned among the fools

That giggled and refused

To listen to its questions;

Whitman, at times, was thought

To be obscene among the puritans

And the half sleep that will wake

When sinful nouns forced their morals

And ethics to its crisis;

I sipped my wine and shouted louder

Verde que te quiero verde

While they continued numbly listening;

Then, La Casada Infiel and an intimate

Bullfight personal reflexion;

And I shouted louder and louder

Until I drowned all the noises,

The giggles, the ridiculousness;

The wine was blood

The flesh consumed

The cross erected

The fools gone.

What would they know!