Adriana Diaz Enciso
The Angel
He’s the shadow rising in the corner
Dark as winter mornings
His breath is in the whirlwind lifting leaves and dust
He hovers above mankind’s head
and sees their thoughts, the writing
of the despaired
shuddering
as he kisses his foreheadHe bears on his wings the weight of a crowd in blood
Hence his sunken eyes
piercing darknessWhen he strokes the weakened bodies
they sink in fever
He’s who’ll close with icy hand the eyes of the dead
frail eyelids like old paper
(He knows the glory in touching the eyes of the dead)He flies above the cities
eyes raising in vain queries
He flies above the ravaged fields
the jungle sown with corpsesHe’s the guardian angel
saving our voice in his ardent glance
Translated by Adriana Diaz Encisco
Page(s) 121
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