Mendacious Metaphors

Don't trust those metaphors, my darling They all lie The wind is the air's alphabet The earth knows the cosmic way by heart Birds sing from hunger Stars understand people Better than people understand each other Sometimes the rain flagellates itself Like penitent monks The cars' headlights are happier Than the eyes of the drivers The paths of the deserts lead to temples The dead create dreams for us That play like sci-fi movies in our sleep A frog swallowed by a greedy stork Croaks bravely: Long live the rights of all living beings! A worm has reached the top of a grass blade And calls out: Here's the helm of the world! Black oil erupts in the Arctic Mixing naturally with falling snow Many of us are like the full moon The blood of a rose has signed its name in the headlines African lions offer communion To young antelopes before eating them And toreros in the corridas kill the bulls In honor of their love betrayals Time is born to be filled like honeycombs from hives And you are born so I may be a poet Don't trust the metaphors, my darling The entire breed of human beings Is a lying metaphor