Night after night,
their strength and arrogance grow,
the horror closing the horizon,
the true nature of the sword.
I entered a new labyrinth.
I saw the new gods,
how their enemies died
in the desert,
far from stupid gardens,
on the sand,
among the rocks.
I remain staring at the smoke.
To Julio MartÃnez Mesanza
Luis Gil de la Puente
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-stupid-gardens/
