Itch

Where Mosquitoes come to die.
In a halo above my head
In a ring around the light they dance,
Elongated shadows form an insect chandelier
And then one at a time they tinkle to the floor
Like silent tears, like diamonds of laughter.
From the halo of heaven dengue rains to the floor
A minefield of little delicate involuntary corpses decorates my floor and commemorates the nights.
I dread the rainy season.
Siempre unbitten, I itch.