POEM IN PROSE
Holy God TV
This poem is part of the Bilingual cycle in VocES, this means that it is part of a version written in another language, preserved here: Panorama Santo.
They writhe bloody with impotence, the non-doing. Instead of blood, sweat. Today, Holy Saturday, you look at people in front of their TV. In the corner, a roots song is played by a tenor. A couple under the mercury talks at the distance of a kiss. They wait outside a small business, an order for hamburgers. While he says to the girl: «the panorama is clouding me». The song climaxes, the level of the ground and the asphalt of the street, shines illuminated in gold.
They kneel in front of the television, as a reason for the day that the stone of the one whose birth gave date to the days is guarded. Another fortified myth coincides with the National Campaign: Juan Santamaría.
The day melts with the candle, the tropical humidity causes gasparino breath, the mosquitoes line up behind the doors and the song changes. He crosses himself with one hand, in the other he increases the volume with the remote control. The voice of a priest sounds splintered with a monologue that transcends reason, people kneel, in an act of confusion that satisfies hunger. The logo of the State Channel, the “Thirteen”, appears in the transmission, used as a bed for the erotic wedding of faith. Through the television you can see how the symbols of saints and virgins sweat.
It is April, and it is around thirty degrees. It looks like a kitchen in which a superior being looks at how it cooks clay bodies. The dream is coming, and with it the uncertainty. Calm is invoked after taking, after mass, a little holy water. The panorama grows in the abdomen of the world, while the sacred video call with its faithful ends: "Amen".
The transmission of the Word, bare the naive, in ovation to a screen. However, people channel their faith and realize the drink of being in connection with the world from the cocoon of home. The mysterious breastplate of the new time, protects the ancient knowledge, among them the Church whose temple rises to quarantine even being immune to the hope of the believing people.