Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 2, Number 2. November 2019. ISSN: 2581-7094
A
river has no name
A river has no name.. the
sound it knows of wind
And moonlight..
Its singing self..
Its long memory
Bereft of longing..
Full of human invasion
Human crossings
Animal crossings..
Rests in its essential movements..
Shaman know..
It is possible for a river
To sing inside a soul..
It is you..
For Berta Caceres
And for my friend Nicole
From the stronghold
5/3/16
Here
The child within us must
awaken....
Little shadow.....
Your smile the darkness under a
leaf....
Color of your lovely eyes.....
We bring our prayers to release
you from hunger
And fear....
We take your soft breath within
ours...
As the river weeps....
Your arm around your father…
Forever....
For Oscar Alberto Martinez
For Angie Valeria
6/26/19
See them the
forsaken fallen beyond our reach
Feel them as their nightmares pour into ours
Their salted bloodied tears...
Touch them as they stand in your hallways holding
out their melting hands full of burning eyes...
Hear them buried under the rubble of a bombed
building
sharing a last breath with a buried child....
Know them as they wait in your walls....
Them
Dead zone texts