DEAD OF NIGHT

DEAD OF NIGHT
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The dead of night’s silent face
whispers an unsettling ring in my ear.
Who owns the wind
with his corrupted facade placating
that he holds no penance to God?
To awaken the deep
these silences must eventually speak
owning their vengeance 
and birthing the wicked child.

The dead of night is a symbolic sign
whose drenching wales
mark the interior walls as a beast.
How we turn away from the Light
absorbed by the condom
whose devil spares 
tho’ never protect you in your hour.

You are a box
entered in a vigorous campaign
destined to destroy
any vestige of your goodwill.

You are a vessel of darkness
drifting by the dead of night .. Oaring
a sinking boat into hell.