Prophecy Poem by Edwin Cordevilla

i can only map the words
you have left me, the shade
of sunsets

sinking in my flesh.

i recognize the voice

of someone in the dark
scanning the night

with hands as soft

as their theories of eyes.

i return to you now

the lyrics you woke

in me, the very facts

you told everyone about —

my marked name, the face that bears
the scars of the moon,
even the details of how i should occur
and all the burnings in-between.

Copyright © 2012, Edwin M. Cordevilla