Bestiary for the End Times

Sobre todo, los insectos (Donde sea)
 
Beneath a stone, a leaf, turning in a flower
an unfound door
all of your forgotten faces.
En los rostros olvidados
dando vueltas en las flores
en las hojas.
 
In her dark womb we did not know
the unspeakable earth
en su matriz oscurecido no supimos
no supimos
In the waste of lost hot mazes
in the bright stars
in this weary, unbright cinder
in the bright stars
en su ceniza agotada
speechlessly lost in this lane-end into heaven
speechlessly lost
in these wind grieved ghosts
we did not know
we did not know
en las fantasmas hostigadas por los vientos
en los vientos
 
come back again/
o lost/come back again