That there’s no danger by Eduardo Milán

That there’s no danger,

that the word stays intact

outside the person, by their side.

That there’s no need to confuse

one person with another, either one’s a

social being – or a brute, the rest will leave

the stage, it was a long night devoid of

dragonflies and clouds, black –

the other person, a mask. That it’s absolutely

interesting what’s thought, what’s done

halfway through the story, the rabble

takes you in – there are birds in flight.

Man passes, the word stays.

Of how the word stays,

as a quality of what, intact as what,

saved from I don’t know what, immaculate,

stays dead, stays alive, stays a wound,

silence, no one’s saying anything.