An Act of War By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

I fix my gaze

at the summit

of the snowy

eastern mountain.

I imagine a white

dove camouflaged

only to be given 

away by its dark

eyes. The black hawk,

not fooled at all,

is camouflaged 

in sprinkles of 

white snow, ready

to make its move

in an act of war.

Crystalline tears

will fall and echoes

of painful moans 

will reverberate 

throughout the snowy

mountain. Bloodied

feathers will not be

camouflaged until

more snow falls.

Buried at the bottom

of the snowy mountain

is the white dove

and its dark eyes.

Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Ángeles. His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Fearless, Mad Swirl, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Unlikely Stories.