To the Crying Venusians

To the Crying Venusians
dedicated to Ashley Santiago and Steven López Mercad
transgender woman recently murdered in Puerto Rico

My skin shrieks,
a cave dweller notified
of yet another death,

filaments by which the eagerness
of penguins annihilate the last threads
of memories dwindling in oceanic twilight.

I did not want to leave
a trail for redheaded dragons
with fiery tongues to terrify

empty lighthouses,
meadows and the jingles
of readers on my day
of resurrection.

Queen Lazarus unwraps
my feet with the grace
of a deer tutoring my hands
in the art of dying.

Daddy, daddy, daddy
my knees are skin and bone.

I wear a pink triangle
and numbers tattooed
around my ankle.

 

Unfortunately, this is the type of world we live in. I like the metaphors your used in this poem; they're simply divine, because they make me think.

We live in an unfair world dear Sir...

Best wishes and welcome aboard,

 

Thank you Gaudalupe.

Sergio