divine bird that is a ship

 

There was once a god.
He could make big storms
and throw worlds into oblivion.

His wish was reality.
The Fire of the Depths
and the eye of the hurricane
were his as much as
the comets in the sky.


One day he did
his wrath falling
over the men
and the places
where they had been.


There was so much damage
that only a bird
and two snails remained.


The bird was aware
that he itself was not a god
and the snails would not joke
about something so absurd.


The bird one day shit
on the shoulder of the god.
He was too divine
to notice.


He was a god.
Even though he had
shit on his shoulder,
although he felt
in the distance, a smell
so outside of his divinity.


As a god who values himself
he always liked
the public places
and the strange odors
from foreign entities
at Dominican Masses…
in solitary cloisters…
in assemblies of the republic…
at faculty meetings.


PAR