in the rubble

of the aftermath

by Roberto Lavidez

the world

appears

as an

enormous

wind-up toy

demolished

like

bad memory

of wretched

tunes

when reality

is more

sinister

than

nightmare

where

the past

is virtually

laid waste

in the rubble

of the aftermath

difficult times

demand

difficult

questions

when ultimates

are coming to

a moment

of decision

asking what

could be

won over

and what

could not

the reconcilables

and the

irreconcilables

contemplating

the vestiges

of so many

extinct worlds

man lights

a candle

in the dungeon

of immense hopes

all religious

and

inclined to

archaic

superstitions

taking a leap

into the

unknown

people take it

for granted

that humankind

is a house

of cards

full of

contradiction

and ready

to collapse

with the

wicked habit

of leaving

drowned men

to drift in

the water

overwhelmed

by absolute

stillness

that could

only be

the silence

of death

bouts of

anxiety

are as deep

as immersions

in a pit

or as harsh

as tenacious

land wind

that carries in it

the seeds of

madness

if the surge

and the

consequences

of catastrophe

were to be

sustained

one would

realize

how alone

he is

in the beautiful

impenetrable

most unrecognizable

common ground

that if phrased out

just right

might unravel

the knot 

©robertolavidez2013