☀ Today's Poem: "Marriage Proposal" Carlos Martínez Rivas

Keep going my love. You must. We must both keep going.
Only by being together will we thwart them.
Only together can we overturn marriage,
split it apart like matchwood!

Leave them muttering, opening
and shutting, the lips of the Excuse.
Take your ear away from the mouth
of your whispering tutor.

What can he tell you? What else
do you sense on his breath, my dear,
but the subtle and sickening odour of death
and the cold air of emptiness?

Look out...what do you see? What
but the sparse darkness
and the lone shroud
pallid in the depths of the grave?

Be wary of the married who leave early.
Be afraid of them.
Of the Husband, of his Job, of his Wife, be afraid of them.
Don't touch them or let them touch you. I'm afraid of them too.

Against us they married.
Against you and me, my dear,
they leave for work early:
the producers, procreators, publishers of books.

They're the Devil. The Devil, busier than God.
The Evil One with his gang of industrious dead.

Should you hear a noise. Any noise
on the other side of the world, on the other side
of the night;

any discreet and dubious noise, of false day,
of dismal backstreet workshop,
of dodgy factory from the past;

step up your idleness.
Pit the now of your powerful impermanence against them.
My dear, they're always the same!
The dead burying their dead!

                            Unburying them
                            and burying them
                            and yet again
                            unburying them!