green algae

In the first lake of creation We were green algae God replaces our water with every sigh With a mouth from which he feeds the soul Which he breaks for us every morning And with a single nerve He trains it daily to be a complete heart Enough to create instinct And feed the hungry life Without an eye to see the misery that awaits Without hands to embrace or kill The killer is still green like the victim And no feet to realize that he created the earth yet All we fear is lies And the croaking of frogs All we love is sadness Circles that widen little by little_ And a ray of light No matter how much he bestows upon us by carrying us on his back No matter how much he flees from us at night And no matter how much he stabs us every morning With a slight hole in the wall of chlorophyll Memories flow That do not fit the few years in which we experienced life When will God teach us to speak? In my sagging pockets is a wet longing In my soft ribs is a trapped creation In a pleasant conversation one night We sat planning history While God was drawing geography I refused to be Alexander the Great He tempted me to be a fortune teller predicting his death Or a servant in his court Revolutions are counted in loaves of bread With the innocence of the first cell We partridged on the water's edge We ate imagination from between its teeth We rejoiced at every mutation that dawned on God's mind I danced when I was promoted to a fish I threw my tail With my growing clay I ask God to make my edges smooth To keep the parasites safe as they sleep on my skin The first step on earth I trampled on peaceful grass _My brother who did not turn into clay_ I was killed from the first moment So I knew that here I would guard death.. Until it dies in my hands.