The Half Dead Infant Angel

In the middle of a white cloud
with blue-green bells singing an austere song
there is an attic empty and cold as death
and there, a little infant angel lies half dead,
with his eyes half closed, the infant angel lies there
and his eyes project the disturbing light of death.

The infant angel choose to be half dead,
confined in a prisson
of others who needed him.

The half dead infant angel sees the roof
hoping that it opens, and he can see the sky so blue,
little he ignores that there is only a white cloud,
and this is why the attic is half dark.

The half-dead infant angel in the middle of his death
hears the austere bells singing the beauties of loneliness,
as he sees in front of him the uncertainty of an unseen future.

His pain is so obvious in his face,
that others who have passed there have seen him,
and they have ran away scared,
because the half dead infant angel,
with his eyes half closed and empty,
his bleeding mouth,
his unmovable body,
and the surrounding half darkness
that dances with the darkly beautiful melodies
that the bells keep singing,
reminds all who see him of their own death.

(c) Pekky Marquez, 2005