MY PARENTS ARE IN ANOTHER GALAXY
My parents died
And I know they are in another Galaxy.
No matter how many laps you give the coconut
I always see them, me looking at the sky
Through the clouds doing sex.
Daniel came from the fratricidal war
And flying wanting to make children
Although Daniela was tired.
Even in Guadarrama, of Madrid
If the bullets and projectiles had been silent
He set the Sierra for her by bed.
There was an urgency to make children
For God, the fatherland and the king
Even if these were later robbed
By nuns and priests
To give them to the She Brifadiers.
-Tell me mother of your eight daughters
And the ninth child
Because I would have liked to see the eight
In the room you give birth.
-You were happy at birth, mother?
-You can figure, my son:
Pain, a lot of pain
Blood, sweat and tears
Illusion of seeing them well born, yes
And a lot of stress to see your father
Coming back from the war
Seeing so many dead brothers
And, the most cruel and worst
Listening to combatants who commented
And, convinced, they said:
-The General wants his skins
To make a shawl.
From their heads wild bluffs
That illuminate the Valley of the Dead.
He will tear gold teeth
From grandparents and grandmothers
Because, it is for the war
And they really need these.
With the nails of the dead
He will make spoons.
With their tails and gossips
They will make fans
For the daughters of the Crusade
To fan themselves when they go to the bulls
Or the national parade.
My father, "for both sex and smoking"
According to medical reasons
He was operated on trachea
And he expired in a cold room
In the house of General Ricardos street
My mother remaining sad and distressed.
My mother died of a stroke
When falling making noise
When she walked from the kitchen
To the sewing room.
One of his daughters, Guapalupe
Always daughter and friend
Who lived with her
In a solitary game of the Tarot cards
With the number 22, the two ducklings
When she felt the fall
Jumping, instantly, from her chair
Willing to hug her sayiong:
-Mother, what dress do I wear to go to church?
The male nurses of an ambulance
From the Military Hospital G—mez Ulla
Came and took my mother as was convenient
Daniela dying on the road
As always, in these cases, it happened.
When leaving home
The people of the neighborhood
Seeing her on the stretcher, said:
-This woman Daniela, honored
This beautiful grandma
What a pity she was going to the hospital.
-Say to us Guapalupe, pretty
Why are the ambulance drivers taking her?
-My mother is dead
And her spirit has already gone to heaven
To meet my father
For to make many new children
"Those who God want"
Act that we will not see
Because Saint Peter, with Dracula's face
Has drawn the curtains
© Daniel de Culla
Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet and photographer. He is a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, and other groups. He is director of the Gallo Tricolor Review and the Robespierre Review. He has participated in many festivals of poetry and of theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Geneva. He has exhibited in many galleries including Madrid, Burgos, London and Amsterdam. He moves between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos; e-mail: email@example.com