Bottles and cans tossed on flower beds
white lily, roses
lilacs suddenly thorns
there are whores on the next corner
phrases
vanish in the broad
shadow a tree
casts on the
concrete wall
of the metro station’s
air shaft
(further back
a tall building with windows
opened by spring)
Don’t kill the beggars
Forgive me for being this way
Never sell your revolt
leaning against doors,
lying on the street
where they also urinate
and stash away their pipe
sometimes they steal a purse
a watch
sometimes they beg
Bonvicino, Regis. “Petroglyph.” Trans. Odile Cisneros. Beyond the Wall. Los Angeles: Green Integer, 2017. pp. 123-25.