The Ineluctable Estrangement
who would venture to ponder on today.
Until the other day
everything seemed achievable and natural.
Huddled together in the leafing labyrinth
we were contemplating the hoarfrost settle
right on the door threshold −
and the ears of snow would plunge
and thereat in our own household
we felt as if at home.
you are of no use to anyone −
a mere pathetic embodiment of socio-realism.
You will be mislaid in some museum −
a bizarre presence amongst other severances.
The light cracks like a shadow
nestled between eyelashes
and too soon,
throughout our homes.
English version by Gabriela PACHIA