Humberto Gómez Sequeira-HuGóS


Death Wish

I did not want to die.

Like an ape that never learned
to speak as a ghost in its dreams
or invent words that rhymed.

Who took the olive thought
I used to wear on my forehead
to protect myself from stupidity?

Will someone cover my face?
It looks like it never smiled,
like a child before reciting a verse.

I want to die.

Like an idea that pollinated the pores
of my senses with abundant desires
until it was taken away by the solar wind.
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