Mariela Cordero’s Poems
1.The packs
When you first stepped
the soil of the capsizing kingdom
you forgot
your inherited signs.
You didn’t raise your eyes again
to conjure the sky
and filled with flesh and earth
you eluded the inapprehensible map
of the stars
always in exodus.
The old religion was demolished
and never heard again
the incessant breathing
of your morals
without cracks.
You multiplied
in the feast
of cuts and tears.
You followed the course of the packs.
Now
you have no name.
2.Apprentice.
For each day
a baptism of fire
avid trials
and unbreathable aftermath.
You burn
in the perpetual lesson
and in unrelenting dread.
You fear
that in the other
territory
you will remain
apprentice.
Mariela Cordero
Valencia, Venezuela
