Daniel Ruiz

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Daniel Ruiz

Beware of God

Under the falling coffering,
all sounds stand still.

The dome prepares
a presentation of wreckage
for the floral floor mural.

Now sunbeams marinate shards
that hang in the palace
like meteoric chandeliers.


There’s nothing like watching
the airplane’s wings wobble,

no replacement for feeling
like an arrow shot
through a hall of mirrors,

nothing to be done
about the storm above the stage.

Above it, a hand sprinkles
lightning bolts. Above that hand
another stage.


You who scrub
white the iris, who breathe
on windows only to write,
beware the boiling water,
your face among the bubbles.

In the woods of monotony,
the immortals aren’t anti-
life. They are hiding
behind the double
double doors.

Daniel Ruiz reads “Beware of God”

Daniel Ruiz was born in Puerto Rico. A finalist for the National Poetry Series, he is a recipient of fellowships from the Fulbright Foundation and the Michener Center for Writers. His poems can be found in POETRY, Missouri Review, The Adroit Journal, Meridian, and elsewhere.