Carlos Reyes
	Poem for Tomas Transtromer If you examined The broken glass Atop the walls How many drops Of dried blood Would you find? On the glass? On your own wrists? And how many Glasses of fine wine Came from the broken Bottles? Where Are the drinkers? I want to know Why the trespassing Or escaping red rose Dared to climb up Over the wall After the glancing Sunlight walked Carelessly along Those diamond chips After the moon Scratched and bleeding Let fall its drops of blood Or red petals as it rose.