Thursday, September 3, 2009

Pink Blossoms on a Wolf's Tongue

Stills from Stellet Licht (Silent Light) by Carlos Reyagadas (2007)

born in the nucleus of
the Rabbit King

the poor in spirit brought warm winter soup
and lambs unto slaughter wore garlands around
their throats
and all the angels above sang light from

open wrists

but the baby just drooled on the ground
it just foamed from the mouth

like a rabid dog

it grew old as water's glow waned
and dug for treasures hidden inside its



and rose higher and farther into the sky until
in the womb of a black star,
it died

crying and laughing
at the same time

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