I think it was my son ,
I thought I omnipotent,
lord heaven and earth,
and instead made of earthy life and dying.
I think it was my son
child born of a father
and by a distracted mother.
Son by son,
sex sex,
seed from hope,
generated and never created ,
to unconsciousness of his father.
for the youth and for our ignorance
came down from heaven and labor of love for
as the dawn and heat
became incarnate in the womb of a virgin
already compromised and was made abyss.
did not ask anything but
was killed for us under any Pontius Pilate.
died and was drowned in the water black
of a bad memory
and the third day he rose
like a dream was born and died immediately
and rose in my throat like a retching
to cry in the silence of the mother
now in mourning for a wrong word
and order the father
that gave the snake its rib
and a child died before being born
... and there will be more history to judge the living
