if....

If my tongue,
my stomach
altogether in
my old shoes.

With names
given to to me
along the eternity.

If you call me wind,
Hombre,
Horrible smell,
What else?.

An ancient syllable in
the unfriendly air, or
a woeful graveyard.

If night groans a
magnificent sleep.

If I am still alive
concealed in a
cavernous apple with worms,
My "Excellence" still
adorns my soul.