Poison

There were snake tracks on the sand;
in the head, the continuous buzz
that one notices during a deep silence
(I don’t know if from the running blood 
inside the body
or from the  anguish growing in the soul…)
and there was the inclement sun.
There was neither wind
nor movement anyway,
but hot air reverberation over the sand.
No true motion.
There was also the heat. Much heat.
And the buzz,
for hours and hours.
So, the night came on,
but he didn’t feel it was arriving.
There wasn't sound. Nothing
(maybe the buzz it was the night landing…).
And there was the poison inside the body.
Then the fever came into.
Then the coldness came on.
And there was the buzz within the silence
(maybe it was the running poison within him,
the life running away,
the death coming on…).
So...
there was just the cold silence of the desert
under the  brightest full moon's dew… 

---2006© Franklin Magalhaes--------------------------------------