Haven't posted a poem in awhile, this one is from my Poetry Final for Creative Writing this past semester. Was partly inspired by a poem by Federico Lorca and watching El Espinazo del diablo (The Devil's Backbone), a movie by Guillermo del Toro, same guy who made El Laberinto del fauno (Pan's Labyrinth).
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the dark root of the word scream
starts at the base of the spine,
the devil’s spiny backbone burning,
rasping its way towards the
proper functions of tongue, lips
and throat.
clawing at this cage of bone
that binds the emotions, and stops
up the holes with flesh,
the only form of knowledge coming from
men of world tongues, old tongues, plucking
verbs like grapes from the vine.
those reusable plaster cast postulates,
insignias of other mouths.
vocals suffocated, feet dangling
sliding into the dark embrace of
silence.
