Gerardo Mena

We held hands in the dark
while blindfolded
and falling. Our navels
touched and merged
as the world ended
and we began.
In the distance,
we heard music
or screaming.





"The Singer" was a chance for me to branch out from writing war poetry. It's written in a gentler style from my usual way of writing and I've fallen so in love with it that it's become my new norm.