this rage must have a name


this rage must have a name
by Vinicius Jatobá


o dear lord shall my verse be explicit
rapier under the sharp unmovable gaze;
heirdom of unnamed sorrows I endue
wrapped fist yeast volcanic awaits

the scars the days of yore doleful carved
my sculpted eroded skin can’t forgive;
but if not duty called, it will broad forgotten
tears the dread sand all have embraced

there was a sea, o lord; whaled lullaby
merry continent breathing still, no more;
bountiful lions, infinite sun, diamond water
the ravine scar howling oblivious bones