How does the clay sprout? (when
darkness) noiselessly tears apart the petals of light;
here they are born— those who carry in their chests
a violent storm, desiring the uprooting of another sky.
A country (or a wound) stained with the color of hatred,
where certain creatures shaped like humans
bury the seeds of destruction inside their own shadows.
They smile and from their smiles drips
a sharp, blue venom toward another’s prayer—
how does this inhuman soil ever find life?