COCCYX
I ask forgiveness for my land
curved submerged tumid vein
exploding in vain
crackling twice at any frontier
erecting in a sea with no right to be named
(being named is a crime nowadays)
the insidious testimonial of the wasteland
echoes in my bones
in the denied homeland
swollen in my twisted nerves around my spine
I fall down waiting for the ungrateful daybreaks
expelled and outcast
I shall not give you wonderful poems
but a few inches of crumbling soil
falling into small pieces
exploding and crackling
like a semen of a man that becomes a father
in that frozen moment of muteness
when he penetrates and shouts and howls
and then
he disappears.