Face

For Gabriela Mistral

Whose face is thissmashed to pieces and scattered in the wildernessA great quietude enshrouds usOn the heights of that red stone clifflife’s purple is closest to the skyA gust of wind comesswaying the withered branchesIt’s clearly a free soulbringing news of a birthThere is no death hereand death is merely a symbolWhen night approaches, your eternal existenceverifies a truth once moreYou’re the queen of this vast land