Poetry Issue 13

   Issue # 13 : January - March 2011

Jose Perez Beduya

Trace Evidence

      The house repeats itself
      In the hammer blows
      At the wound-site
      Where the sky
      Is still bruised above the radio tower
      Long ago destroyed by narcoleptics
      And when the curtain parts its lips
      It is only the empty morning stuttering
      Tapping on the pane
      With a branch
      Having forgotten its keys
      We think how stupid of it
      But our skulls are on the outside
      When we run and finally disappear
      Our families keep recording