My Uncle's Death Poem by Alexandro Johns

My uncle came to death
with a noise of broken bottles
over the frail prow of his soul,
at last was released his body
from the shipyard of the alcoholism

No longer he would be a useless log
that takes the river
toward a non-existent sea
where waves of red wine
howl before a extinguest lighthouse

Now, the black gulls are rescue to him
from a gentle sea
and the wind satisfies his thirst
in a loneliness flight.