My heart sent me
to school. I
had to tell the
children to be
smart. God lead me
to the school.
He made me an
angel after
I prayed one night.
I saw my chance
to spread God's word
to the little
ones who do not
know better. The
devils who talk
to me said they
would influence
the children to
do bad things. God
spoke to me too.
He talked to
my heart and said
the devil had
no influence
on the children
if I made my
way there to give
the children strength
with my prayers.
I do not seek eternity.
I settle for chaos.
I watch the flames rise
all around the city.
The masses flee.
Everything is silent,
too silent for me.
I go with the masses.
I go to chaos.
I fight like the flames.
I fight to the death.
The wrath of the flames
cannot be extinguished.
I go into the flames.
I argue with time
not to make me obscure.
We don't share the same
views. Time stands above me.
The river runs deep. I
see my reflection in
the flowing waters and my
face changes. Time is not
vain. I stop arguing.
The river takes me away.
The shadows of time
wave goodbye to me. I
am a distant memory.
There is no time left for me.
There is only time for time.
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal was born in Mexico. He lives in Southern California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. His latest chapbook, Digging A Grave, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. His poems have appeared in print at Blue Collar Review, Main Street Rag, and ZYX. His poems and short stories have appeared online at In Between Altered States, Rumble, and This Zine Will Change Your Life.