I break
doors and windows
all the glasses in your house
because I am the dynamite and a destination
I see the scattered viscera
kiss the gunpowder
and the remorse: you are
all over the place
pasting the shards
cutting your fingers
hurting your mouth with nails
blocking off the way: you
do not let me in
do not let me in
but I already entered
and now there is no place
narrower than the Atlantic
listen carefully
to the syntax of the hammer
the howl in the background
the children crying
It's the Last Supper, and the Banquet
is a promise: I swear
to melt the keys
set fire to my body
and blow
my ashes in your hair
just to remind you
that time is fair
when it’s your servant and when I am
the dynamite and a destination
