Statue

Statue ( See original )

Step by step you go

undoing yourself 

Into fragments of dumbfounded being

Way of the snow
Becoming statue

Of salt
Of nought

Music inoculates your soul with her potion so
To save or annihilate

Or isn't it she who can kill
Or sing the nightingale into singing?

from ‘Between syllable and oblivion’, book ‘The Disobedient Gaze‘ Devenir Editorial, Madrid 2013

Traslated by Jonathan Boulting