Nacimiento de Cristo
Victor Manuel
Birth of Christ
A shepherd asks for milk for the undulating snow
white dogs lying among deaf lanterns.
The clay Christ has broken his fingers
on the eternal edges of the broken wood.
Here come the ants and the frozen feet!
Two threads of blood break the hard sky.
The demon's bellies echo through the valleys
drumbeats and resonances of mollusk flesh.
Wolves and toads sing in the green bonfires
crowned by living anthills of dawn.
The moon dreams of large fans
and the bull dreams of a bull of holes and water.
The child cries and looks with a three on his forehead.
Saint Joseph sees three bronze thorns in the hay.
The swaddling clothes exhale a blush of desert
with stringless zithers and slaughtered voices.
The snow of Manhattan pushes the ads
and carries pure grace through the false arches.
Idiot priests and feathered cherubs
follow Luther through the high corners.
