OPERACION LUSTRE

                                       OPERACIÓN LUSTRE

                                 El dolor

                                             oxida

                                 curvaturas del seno

                                 acribillado con plomo.

                                 Barre esquirlas

                                 hisopo embebido

                                 en querosén quirúrgico.

                                 Apunta

                                            su ira aceitada

                                 un ojo calibre 9 MM.

                                 En la cubeta

                                 corazón empavonado

                                 solloza

                                             ácido.

                                 Manos precisas

                                 pulen,

                                        enguajan,

                                                  vuelven a pulir.

                                Rito de escobilla

                                que frota

                                             resortes,

                                             cerrojos,

                                             arterias,

                                             estrías.

                               Mecanismo desmontado

                               al mínimo detalle.

                               Las piezas retornan

                               secas

                                        y

                                           espejadas.

                               El amor a su funda.

                               Limpio de huellas

                                                        espera

                               un nuevo enfrentamiento.

                               Sin piedad,

                               su ira aplacada,

                               el armero

                               desecha guantes,

                                                trapos sucios.

                               Y aquí

                                        no ha pasado

                                                            nada.