Poem… Your Covid–19 Death Wish

Luis S. González-Acevedo

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Your Covid–19 Death Wish

–september 23, 2020–
springfield, oh

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

May the universe grant you
the so-called freedom you seek.
My goal is not to change your foolish views,
nor rustic thoughts birthed by your feet.

May the grant be yours, and only yours.
And if George Washington prefers,
let him readily confer
such freedom and its idiocy,
as you bask in your delinquency
and stupidity of life without a mask.
For George, it’s an easy task.

Do you realize that we speak
of your suicide?
Your arrogance and trumpery1 at its peak…

Even more than simple homicide,
it’s the battery & murder of those you might infect.

God speaks to you, his-her-its message don’t reject:
let others live happily
with their masks under “oppression.”

But should you want to live satanically…
Well, as for you and your fetishized transgression,

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Poema: virus

Luis S. González-Acevedo


virus

–6 de agosto de 2018–
londres, inglaterra

por luis s. gonzález-acevedo

¡atrévete! invade mi cuerpo
y al apostar en este mundo incierto
¡celebra! confía en tu pensar inepto:
que podrás ganar si me dejas muerto.

lo que no sabes
es lo que sé por experiencia:
y aunque no te agrade
decaerás en tu inútil resistencia.

pero, aunque seas el víctor
tu deleite será efímero
y la vida como el viento.
en fin, mi cuerpo es tu féretro
y con mi entierro
comienza el tuyo.


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Poem: Virus

Luis S. González-Acevedo

virus” will appear in a collection of poems & short stories by Luis S. González-Acevedo (release: 2019-2020)


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virus

–august 6, 2018–
london, england

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

¡dare! invade my body
as you wager… ¡go ahead!
¡celebrate! ¡believe your folly!
that you can win if i’m left dead.

what you don’t know
is what i know from experience:
after your sickening blow
you’ll weaken in futile resistance.

but even if you win
your joy will be ephemeral
and life much like the wind.
in sum, my body is your coffin
and with my funeral
yours begins.

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Poema… réquiem para un copo de nieve

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réquiem para un copo de nieve

–11 de diciembre de 2020–
springfield, oh

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

ráfagas invernales acunaron tu caída
susurrando un adiós de eterna despedida
lo innecesario quedó en silencio, sin más…
lo que fuiste y lo que eres, serás…
¿cómo es posible que la nieve muera?
que un copo cierre sus ojos y para siempre duerma.
destino que no pude prevenir, no tuve fuerza.

Copo de Mis Diciembres,

pensé que te tendría siempre,
pero te derretiste al caer al suelo
y me arrojaste al lago de memorias olvidadas
sin la esperanza de tu existencia –en pleno duelo.

p.d.

no te olvidaré ¡jamás! …aun en esta vida desolada.


réquiem para un copo de nieve será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias titulado Réquiem en abril del año 2021–


Poem… requiem for a snowflake

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requiem for a snowflake

–december 9, 2020–
springfield, oh
by Luis S. González-Acevedo

winter winds cradled your last descent
falling whispers sang goodbye
all that wasn’t necessary was not said…
who would’ve thought snowflakes could die?
who could’ve known they’d close their eyes in bed?
a fate I did not have the power to prevent.

December Snowflake,
you melted on arrival
i vanished to the forgotten lake
of memories, without the hope of your survival.

p.s.
i shall not forget you –ever– in my abyss of heartache.


requiem for a snowflake will appear in my book of poems & short stories titled Réquiem (release date | April 2021)–