by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Death is looking for me tonight.
It wants to feast on my heart and marrow.
I cannot sleep. I need to move on.
I consult with the stars for guidance.
Death follows me in each direction.
Its pale face smiles, overjoyed in its hunt
across every city I try to hide in.
I keep dreaming of Death without trying.
I know Death could get me anytime.
I tremble in fear when the room goes cold.
At night Death is like a drunken child beater.
I would not get it angry when it’s drunk.
It bids its time and keeps me on edge.
Death hungers for my heart and marrow.
Sometimes I just want it to be done with me.
The stars are not so gentle when Death is near.