Farewell Xana

VIOLATED ROSE
( To anonymous “Rosa” )

My pain does not live at my home,
but in a garden of centuries running
in his scathing uproar. The time, on fire,
the talent of this hour is suffering.
Of the wide city avenues,
the cars cross twisted line—
riders in motorbikes, without age
they came to approach me in my door.
One took me the clock. Another… The ring.
My golden cord broke.
And the inconstant room i smiled
while having my glance inside his.
Withdrew of the sash reddened weapon.
Kissed... Gave me the rose and my life.

HSS