Sueño Con Serpientes

There are men who fight for a day
And they are good.
There are others who fight for a year
And they are better.
There are those who fight many years
And they are very good.
But there are those who fight all their lives:
Those are the indispensable ones.
Bertolt Brecht
I dream of snakes, of sea snakes,
Of a certain sea, oh, of snakes I dream.
Long, transparent, and in their bellies they carry
Whatever they can snatch from love.
Oh, I kill her and a bigger one appears.
Oh, with much more hell in digestion.
I don't fit in her mouth, she tries to swallow me
But she chokes on a clover from my temple.
I think she's crazy; I give her to chew
A dove and poison her with my kindness.
Finally, she swallows me, and as I walk through her esophagus
I wonder what will come.
But she is destroyed when I reach her stomach
And I pose a truth with a verse.