Anchorite

Layer by layer, a pterygium
was removed to improve the vision.
Eyes did not blink.

The words did not come
on your tongue.
You learned to become a stranger.

A cemetery woke up tonight.
Nobody was going to be put
to sleep in the dark.

For peace you die,
living alone with death
in a desert of bullets.

Under the sun
you abandon food for the sake of red ants,
who were going to crawl on your body.