Yo naci un dia que Dios estuvo enfermo.
-Cesar Vallejo

How to write like Vallejo
& breathe his poetry?
Write as if I am seeing
the true Peruvian sky
that inspired his solitude
& thousand times longing.

Tell me, how to weave words
like how he penned
the silk cobweb
missing its spider-child.

Sadly, the spider died
tragic lost, it was.

The cobweb fell
only to find the dusty ground
but only a poet,
true to his words,
could redeem its memories.

How to write like Vallejo
& let in my fingers flow
the solitary spirit
of the aesthetic?
Words after words
sigh after sigh
& let the womb
of the poet’s love
give birth to verse
after verse.

If only that womb
can bring the spider back.
If only that womb
can see poet’s tears
for that spider
that once he
drunk those words with
as he stares blank
with his eyes dead as an oak
to the wall
of his poetic friend.