From Mantis 5

ALFRED ARTEAGA

EN LUGAR DE LA NADA

Marta swims the shallows to my house,

cleaves the Heraclitus moss effortlessly

from the Spanish more than chiasmus

y les vagues du fascisme:

alma de agua de morte, mais más a o a solo

solids of water from moss plus two currents to psyche

Là en lugar de nadar, son corps nettoie l'eau

by vague outline heat lines

ripple the air, her strokes, a water.

Marta swims a solid purity shaped like spear

in Mediterraneans damned at Ceuta,

no other soul nada for nothing

for nadie rests chez nous.

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