Pure Words

Pure Words

The eternity you seek will never last.

The fates will come into play and

they will eat up century after century

as Death rides his victory horse.

The past is all you will have. Stick

to pure words, especially if you

are a poet. Either drunken or in squalor,

the pure words will be your riches.

Endless wars will come to earth.

If you cannot avoid them, fight for

justice and equality. The world is

a disaster of our own making. We

let this happen, throwing stone after

stone, letting our dark sides out.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Luis lives and works in Southern California. His poems have appeared in The Abyss, Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, Otoliths, Piker Press, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Webzine. Several of his chapbooks have been published by Kendra Steiner Editions out of Austin, Texas