Nasciturus cittá (rara avis) by Ivan Ortega-López

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a)abrasions mount the timpani

I.- Pnyx’s Hill
Know-it-all ambystoma heads melt in my hands loaded with a scalpel
I only serve the heavy solar sentence to which the defendant is subdued
―the Greeks called this democracy―
heads falling on the washed blood puddle are still alive and go on breathing,
they look at the public with lost eyes and in them there is not a sign of plea

II.-Deus ex machina
Every head has coagulated oxygen with the shape of divine neurons
every head is a machine talking non-stop till its last dream agonizes
its dream on the beach where imagination itself is a divine being
who now condemns them all

III.-Aquarum quae influut in urben Roman
Every blood river out of the amputated ambystoma’s head
secretes all its lymphocytes on the stream to create canals
that nurture the city red

(trans. by Aurelio Meza)

Iván Ortega-López (Mexico City, 1990), the youngest member in Devrayativa. He attends Junior Highscool in CCH Sur.