A BIRD DOES NOT COME Poem by Luz Mary Giraldo

I am a bird:
my flights
are within me.

Humberto Ak'abal
A new bird does not sing in the dream
there is no more place for oblivion
impossible more shadow:
the bones rattle.


There is no place for a song in this black sky:
a cat does not come
a bird to sing the sad mourning
does not come to this place so cold
it does not come.


A bird does not fly
does not sing inside anybody:
the bones tremble.