Cursed Death

I thought you got in my way,
but no.
Like part of the game,
like sauce on every dish,
like an intrusion,
you join,
give flavor,
of mint,
of snow,
of tar,
you manage to maintain intrigue,
you make everything pulsate and ahead
you let it be the time.

Translated by Curtis Bauer
“Cursed Death” is from Cleaning Fish: Collected Poems (Visor, 2005); this English translation appeared in The Dirty Goat #25.

You can read and listen to the poem in the original Spanish here.