STABAT MATER

The Haydn-variations
the rocks are thawing in the high
glass of grog, a Pyrrhic
victory does not suit
Phoenix, the milk is cold
the saucer broken, our journey
a fiasko, we return without
the pearls, we did not found
the amethystes, the pockets
full of empty hopes

"a casa, de los alamos
venimos, madre."