The Poor By Roberto Sosa

Posted: April 3, 2014 in struggle for justice in Hondras
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The Poor

By Roberto Sosa

Translated from the Spanish by Spencer Reece

The poor are many
and so—
impossible to forget.
No doubt,
as day breaks,
they see the buildings
where they wish
they could live with their children.
They
can steady the coffin
of a constellation on their shoulders.
They can wreck
the air like furious birds,
blocking out the sun.
But not knowing these gifts,
they enter and exit through mirrors of blood,
walking and dying slowly.

 

And so,

one cannot forget them.

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