"Flowers" by Yaxkin Melchy

Everything in the same poem

Everything in the same, abandoned poem

Algae grow on it, and flowering animals.


A stripe―a coiled-up reading

A plaited snake,

It is the reading that reads the braids

Like black thunders.


Prose runs from the wagons

The thighs of the poem get ready,

The poem is to lily the field

And our lives, repeated themselves on the flowers.


You stroll about a field

Wrapping yourself with dry ink,


I don’t understand but night is a flower already in bloom

And far in the horizon

The bud of its death leans out.


An orange-beamed flower

And finally you see it, the same poem lying down,

With the letter of another day:

Omnia iam vulgata


Virgil said it two thousand years ago: everything’s already said.


And I planted 2 000 new flowers for the years

And 730 000 flowers for the days

That it cost me to write this poem.

Yaxkin Melchy Ramos (Mexico City, 1985) studies Hispanic Literatura and Industrial Design. He recently won the second prize in the Punto de Partida Poetry Award. He manages the blogs http://destruccionmasiva.blogspot.com/ and http://lacasadeyaxkin.blogspot.com