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“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”

May 20, 2013

Drive, you said, because poets must

bring the news to the next town…”


It’s hard work, but someone’s got to do it

Comfort the afflicted, afflict the comfortable

Shower words, like bread, on the unsuspecting

The terrified, the hungry, the aching

And the lost

It’s a rough line

But someone’s got to

Be the emissary

The one who tells him

His daughter is dead

They’ll never meet

No, not in this lifetime

Never exchange

Sorrows, regrets

“These are the chores of the stonecutter”

You whittle things



Out of shape

Destroy edges



Stay up late

Devising the words

To dash hopes against rocks

It’s a hard job

But someone has to do it

Wipe the sweat from your brow

Thirty years ago you stood behind his shoulder

Watched him silently count the seconds

Leading to minutes

Leading to hours

Frozen on a bench

Watching him kiss his chest


You waited

And you watched

And you knew the words, then


You said something

And it worked.

Your lines

Your lies then

Carried only the threat of




“Tengo un pacto de sangre…”

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