Antony

Chorus announced his death
Near my town
The old voices commented on
The funeral was near my house
“It’s Antony who passed away”
Said a curious
He tried by any means be brave.
He sweated blood,
Four knives on his throat
A scarlet ink bathed his neck
And nobody was there to wonder
Whether was misfortune or accident.
Nobody saw anything
Not even the virgin
I ask you Antony:
Who killed you?
A dead voice answered: the once who betrayed my soul
Who envied my love?
“Your love?”
“The love for others and the purity in my soul”
The rest was silence in my mind and heart.