Ecopoesia

Seven-Headed Beast

Astrid Cabral

The more I age

the more heads I snip from the seven-

headed beast. And then I recognize him,

my intimate, my neighbor.

 

The more I age

the more I penetrate his secret.

I see death as an entrance

to a journey in reverse.

 

The more I age

the more I say: the beast is my friend.

No, there is no reason to curse,

poisoning this peacefulness.

 

The more I age

the more I feel myself a residue

in a desert where I flounder

among shadows of those absent.

 

The more I age

the more I learn to lose my fear.

All beasts grow tender.

Just take it to your breast.

 

 

 

Cabral, Astrid. “Seven-Headed Beast.” Trans. Alexis Levitin. Cage. Austin: Host Publications, 2008. p. 15.




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