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.