poem by emily
(yesterday)
seems like wind...
wishes in the coldness
an end to murder
la tortura
there is speaking & singing...
cruces blancos con
los nombres de los muertos
Lakota prayers & sage smoke
Mayan blessings/Buddhist chants
cantan los nombres; caminamos
walking with the nuns & priests
like concentration camp -- grey buses
we are loaded on & taken away --
la policia tienen hambre
por sangre
Nunca Mas
Nunca Mas
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Ayer
sage smoke fogs eyes
hunger for blood in the coldness
it is here, we are the murdered
la policia
burn white crosses
torture nuns & priests
we chant: never again, never again
And the wind takes us away
chapbooks & stuff
poetry slams!
sorcery
