T.S. Hidalgo’s most recent poem to appear here was “Nightmare (die dancing)” (February 2019).

Separatists
By T.S. Hidalgo

It’s not like waiting for the trial and that’s it. The answer might be in some other black box. Solid cold: burn the flags. All of them. A flag implies four states of matter: what leaves, what cannot leave now or in the future, what enters, what will not enter. In this regression, through the stained glass of the Cathedral of Brussels, I can see the hand of Adam Smith, upside down, in front of his radiant face. International observers betting in the surrounding area while they admire the silver blooms against the darkness. This winter is like last year’s: in Great Britain they expected heavy rains, with the charge of snow: the gaze on feet (unusual landscape in Barcelona too, which many have wanted to immortalize). The City Council of Ancient Greece will testify in the lawsuit as private prosecutor.