La Hermosa Langosta Aplastada En La Vereda

The lobster crushed on the curb
I put it on the stove and it burns
I hear the crunch of goodbye
its drawer is green flames
It was consumed
On the slate stone drops of rum
and in the drops it shines
it's that the beauty of your death makes it more beautiful that I saw you when the body shines alive
and I offered you
Slowly
I raised the glass to you
in a smooth sip
sweeping the blood
And I offered you...
I saw you lose
in your green-jade suit
in angel dust
in hot firewood