The road to Perdition

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The road to Perdition

The headlights of the automobile illuminated the white lines of that road to perdition

 

 

She left behind
her fight her fight
while driving
the car the car

crying crying crying

She thought of her fig tree
and her palmera
prisoners of. that earth
she'll never tread again 

She thought of him him him him

Everything was a hole
in her heart

She was no longer a bee
making honey f
or dark mouths

Now she was just a plant
upside down
with the roots in the sky
and the leaves in the black

The headlights of the automobile
illuminated 
the white lines
of that road
to the perdition