Lizeth De La Luz
MOTHER TONGUE ;
You exist beyond what I can say
An unidentifiable mourning
Burning between my lips
Dismayed at an effortless
Protest
Of uncertain voice
That departed with a tragedy —
Entombed
Fleshless in passing
a doddery cenotaph
of gravel breaking in a family tree dividing
language a blood-rushed translation
lost in this home