May 7, 2017
"Deck of Cards" by David Huerta
The angels of lime
come unraveled
at a vibration
of chance and breakfast.
The demons were concealing
sands when they discovered
the spirit
of explosions.
Demons, angels
go on picking up
what corresponds to each
from the deck
of the afterworld:
From fatigue comes the star,
from the rose the rivers,
from the hand the path
... and from the white nets
the blackness of homicide.