Surrender

there is no Cuba
twitching in the sun
no rage no simply
sayings
told by blind men blinded
no fantasy
the marionettes laughing
melancholic realizations
no pity
men pulling fish out of the sea
a gradual decline
no boasts of the sand crab
sublime
warm and no shadows
from desert noble
ways
no friends no wicked rules
for aging
starlit nights
bowing down
under moon