Elias Siqueiros


We were in that place

where nothing happened.

We were on the bridge

before there was a bridge

when all was flame,

learnt from life

which was living out its death

which was red.


we were in agreement

that nothing was substantial

save the flame and the red

                        and us

who disagreed as to who we were

when we were not ourselves

but the redness of the flame.


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