Finite Theory





Poetry leaves the mouth
Thought leaves the head
Smoke leaves the egg
And the egg leaves the oyster

The page leaves the book
The book leaves the store
The worker leaves the factory
And the factory leaves the trees

I leave a blue country
And the organ of a horse
My mother left a petal
And a living owl

Language leaves the arms
And the furnishings of paradise
The boat leaves the seas
And the seas an old song

You leave the mother’s cell
And of death a great illness
Death leaves the night
And the daily malaria

Light leaves and enters and leaves
Behind the wings of houses
And she will leave this world
Carrying death in her head



Carlos Edmundo de Ory