Ricardo Vicente Jose Ruiz

curanderos retreat

could you hear the devil when Gorgonio pressed a blade on the grackles throat ?

a bleeding sacrament occupied by a scalding renewal.

innocents unfettered by catholic raze trip over yesterday's heroes .

a silent elegy poured warm into Ofelia's bowl .

 

you requested a soft death , it had become difficult to imagine the black cowl and curved blade .

an empty hum with no opinions , only Santa Maria Goretti will drop the needle .

neither of us could recall our intention while we laid on a bed of oleanders.

 

 

dust on the pieta , your second mother appeals at the deserts end.

 leaves threaded above a crucible , the reeling has ceased  among shadows boxing .

 

 

 the pot steeps as you shake between courtesies and  condolences.

near grief you weep over foreign holds carried by hidden waves.

twin devils drawn out of oil in the glass

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