If You Do Not Human

From “Daily Given and Other Poems” Come forth, dear friend Squeeze my hand and kiss my face Even under the shadows of a pencil away But you should not forget You and I are human in our right moment to die Not day I hope Not in this particular month and not the next month either I should say Alas! This is my bridge and I’ll wait for you to cross it together Bring your body to me: Embracing and laughing and capping What I left for you, and much more. We should live one, two, or three hundred years It can be for anyone who would like to sing which it allows you and me to understand. Speak up like cuckoo’s soul or pulling in front of you the intimate uncertainty Because you would see eventually we are going to find That trail that today appears confuse. No matter what day will make an end No matter what hour rendering may seem thrust that for others Sometimes like this, in exact order, find blindness or butterflies. If you fall believe it or not I would make for you and the others as a soldier Pinching wet ground and crushing the living creatures out of my way But I would carry you and with a best-known smile I would indeed reach The other end that appears identical from the beginning. Now I wish you Merry Christmas from this humbly and lonely man The undone four-letters with which my mind usually I skip Which by voice-over in a period of utmost solicitude I should deliver it to you.