L u i s C u a u h t é m o c B e r r i o z á b a l
From Dust to Man
I spoke to the dust
before it became man.
I wanted to talk
sense into it. A speck
of dust is without
malice. It is not him.
It has not turned to ash.
In its sleep God
went whoosh and dust was man
and it was too late to talk.