Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Tuesday Poem: "The Poor" by Roberto Sosa



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.



by Roberto Sosa (translated from the Spanish by Spencer Reece)



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