you’ve earned the right to sleep
after the end of battle
the mountains and the breeze
of change that do not fluctuate
all was traded some left to the side
the city of angels
is where you now reside
the dream of any freedom
that never was fulfilled
stolen from you your soul and your kʼuhul ajaw. past
Guajoyo in blood, Mozote in fire, Junquillo the same
sidewalk pillows and bottles as slaves
your problems have grown up
the leaving of stains in memories of women
of lies in the jungles with snippets of Monroe
the linens wasted pulp
shared by the poets and the popes
of a world so far away from you
wasting away in the alley of industrialized Golgotha
burlington avenue retirement home
To day is a good day for a journey and you’ve taken me long ago, far away, and back again . Thank you.
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you’re welcome. thank you for reading 🙂
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Overweight! Obrigado poeta
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thank you 🙂
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