Originally published at Young Communist USA in November, 2003
Every night is an opportunity to
break night
to vanquish sleep
To listen
to the broken dreams and broken men
to the whispers and howls
the midnights and daybreaks
the weddings and the funerals
to listen to the flow of the sewers and seas
To study the sounds of wolves, winds and wounded wings
Dialects, tempos and centuries’
To dream to the rhythm of harrowing rains
and awake in harmony with the land ís pulse
To awake
Armed with receptive ears to
fallen souls
and scorched flesh’
Stalking time
collecting the tears of accursed centuries
organizing the scars in my memory
Storing the testimonies like grenades deep in my chest
Listening to the intimacy of
death and victory
anguish and love.
