SHIPWRECK
I’m stranded on your ‘cape of good hope’
the ship’s prow bursts, the rudder screams
the measuring instruments fail, the barometer
goes crazy, a thousand atmospheres
water in the clocks, the compasses are glued
to your magnet north, only but north
SOS I broadcast SOS unsuccessfully
thousandth of a second
penetrates
water-water-water
wounded places
ship secrets, travel charts drawn
flood-flood
the ground shakes from the event
the relief of the sea is transformed
and the anchor, ah the anchor
I have time to look at the sky only
to inject flammable ozone
to plant love flesh
to turn to the landscape
to go blind from the beautiful explosion
before I sink