Mercury’s fang & the next world

by Carlos Mauricio Rojas

12/04/2020 | poetry | 2 minute read

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May the calamity heal you,

that wounded coil

trained to heal others.

Strong enough to impact

the Arctic and draw

string from his

crucifixion.

Some beautiful unwrapping

of rosary beads,

at the break of praise

sears neural conversations,

that make sense

of swallowing

a pint of pills.

I’ve let blood know

the meaning of a punch bag.

Dragged the head of Minos

through this labyrinth

with no need for string.

With bared teeth harbouring

extracts of a heart,

the Minotaur speaks in tangles.

Begin again, with the butterfly

palms cutting through

cable lines. Strike only

the nerves linked

to sky-scrapers

and watch

the cinematic

apocalypse of wealth.

My hands are chalk-numb

my knuckles have learnt

how to say drop dead

with follow through.

My walls have talked

they’re shadows

against my fists.

When the fight begins

assume the stance of mercury’s fang

carve herstories

on your wrists,

on your clavicle.

When the silence wears off

we dress in shimmering blue,

disrupting comfortability,

and gauging to the diameter

of the Next World

somewhere in this one.

In front of us,

a mother cries,

another road named

after her dead child.

Beside you, he wrings

the cloth he used

to wash her back,

then throws the malo

into the fire.

Indicating the life length,

of an archives bruising.

So soar with the blackbirds

song. Hold close

every photo,

and scrap-notes.

Pin them

to your chest.

Pattern the face

with the plants of places

our mother’s walked on.

Listen to the distance,

because its all that

will be left when they come

to take our kindred.

Don’t run away,

just tell me about the time

you drew the atmosphere with wire

strong enough to harden ice caps

and mend a stigmata

with tinctures and stitches.

This path is yours.


about Carlos (they/them/theirs)

carlosmauriciorojas

Carlos Mauricio Rojas is a spoken word poet & performer. A recipient of the Invisible Presence program for British/Latinx poets and co-founder of Maricumbia the queer dance party for QTIBPOC (Queer, trans, Intersex, black, people of colour). They're work dissects latinidad and navigates what it means to be queer, mixed race, and British/Colombian. Confronting roman catholic doctrine and investigating the devastation of colonialism through myth retelling and ancestral stories.

of the title, Carlos says: the title is inspired by Cristy C Road's Tarot deck design called 'Next World' tarot, body positive QTIBIPOC centered and politically aware, and revolution-driven design that functions as a tool of ushering in the next world. Expanding our consciousness to the idea that another world is possible. see their work at @croadcore

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