Nuevos poemas: XVII / Reynaldo Pérez Só

New Poems: XVII

a minute ago
death did not exist

well it stood on the corner
and stopped traffic
took a left and had
its body thrown against the wall

now is an instant but
a minute ago eternity went in circles

and it will make a minute
and again death poses
its form on the scale
and combines the finger

the lady queen defeats herself
and the game begins.

                         November 1970

{ Reynaldo Pérez Só, Nuevos poemas, Valencia: Universidad de Carabobo, 1975 }

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