ENTOMBED HYSTERIA

ENTOMBED HYSTERIA

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

An impending sky is moving forward

as clouds warm

the showering rain within its womb.

Spilling over the cup of Zeus

raindrops cleanse my eyes

from the merchants of tribulations.

In the sadness of rain, or

the joy of its perpetual motion

this destructive World is at an end

and I stand in a dress

when the pants have worn away.

The Spirit will lift the Soul to bathe

for the Light is sacrosanct

and the very thought of God shivers

my spine to discover Him.

The gutless brine of our humanity

builds its muscle to fornicate with steel

where the rampart of bullet shells

bleeds out our humanity.

In the despair of our actions, or

the differential of our behaviors

we are rats running for a hole.

So, I would rather be a woman

in her nurturing vein

sewing a broken World by its seams.

Both impregnate us

as our ancestry lies in a woman’s womb.

While the rain explodes it enrichens, and

we shall walk barefoot in the mud of Salvation.

We shall raise

the face of her entombed hysteria

asking for her to forgive us in her Grace.