& black like the last time
& if it wasn’t you
it was a girl that looked like you
but I think it wasn’t you
in spite of your exactly silky hair
the same young cheek
with your rosy statue’s look
and scarcely visible
the pale spark
the smoothness & whiteness of naked shoulders
touching metal
like a cold knife
looking out the first bus windows
& I even think I heard your weary breathing
from there I began to imagine you completely
& to wonder whether it was or wasn’t you
forgetting about the street
& what I was talking about with Mario
& even the business I was going about.
To close eyes
or not see anything even with eyes open
constructing your whole body
with your light green blouse
covering your
young
breasts
(like a breeze swept plain)
erect
& visible
the deep triangle
shaped by tits & chest
tightened by the white straps
of the bra
tied to your back
& with your see-thru skirt
sliding down your hips like water
more part of your body
than your skin tightly
rising from the knees
& if it was or wasn’t you
being with you with the same face
that I saw in the bus window
when the people swayed
as the bus turned the corner
quickly
& if it wasn’t you
it was a girl just like you
fixing her hair
like smoothing it with her hand
her arm on the window
fixing the lovely tangles
that the wind had made
& slowly moving her head
up & down
as if delicately coming closer from afar
with the clean line of her lips
“strict the number
the link teeth in
jaws splendor of
molar system”
(Carlos Martinez Rivas)
& the blinking eyes
lost in the rush
but with your air
& black like the last time.
The houses were left full of smoke
O country
we have to uproot
the colonels who piss on your walls
hang them on a tree of sharp dew,
violent from the people’s anger
—Otto Rene Castillo—
For the sandinista heroes:
Julio Buitrago Urroz
Alescio Blandon Juarez
Marco Antonio Rivera Berrios
Anibal Castrillo Palma
I saw the holes that the Sherman tank
made in the houses in the Frixione barrio
& then I went to see more holes
in another house in Santo Domingo.
& where there were no Sherman holes
there were Grand Holes
or Madzden’s
or Browning’s
or who knows what.
The houses were left full of smoke
& after two hours
Genie* yelled on them without a megaphone
to surrender
&before, like two hours before
& before, like four hours before
he yelled
& yelled
& yells
To surrender
Meanwhile the tank
and the orders
The Brownings
the Madzens
the M-3’s
the M-1’s
& the wagons
the grenades
the tear gas bombs …
&the quaking of guardsmen.
NO ONE EVER ANSWERED
Because the heroes never said
that they died for their country
but died
1969
Requeint, no
To make you feel
the suffocatingness
of the dry cobblestones of the park
I won’t be able to
but, remember them.
& if the moment
was fresh
(yes, it was breezy)
the bricks damp.
A word
so that I crossed
the pavement alone?
To make you feel
the suffocatingness
of the dry cobblestones of the park
I won’t be able to,
but, remember them.