ANDERSON SYNDROME

ANDERSON SYNDROME

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The ‘juvenile’ equation of Light is God.

The simplicity

of its aura speaks of quantum measures

not idealized by the Anderson syndrome.

Hate burnishes the Soul

and not even

a scraping can cleanse, for the tally

of its weights and measures will drown.

I have come face to face

with the intelligence of darkness echoing

in the hall of mythical fires.

As real as daylight the Anderson Syndrome

nears its Church burning fridge

and the dishonorable confrontations it seeks.

In the carcass of a man

he will knife his opponent and be justified

as a demigod of the holocaust.

The ‘amateurish’ reflections he equates are stilled.

Threatened by the Words that convey God

he hides beneath the covers of his dictionary

in hopes of becoming a martyr.

He stains others with his ill Will and exasperates

your sentences with rejection.

Not a Soul should become his concubine

For he thinks he is above all that he can seduce:

an imperial snake he is.

With the Sword of God I cut him in half

and the stench

of his Soul shall fall the geese from the sky.

Back to Satan he shall return.