The Sand and the Forgotten on this Side of the Border

The Sand and the Forgotten on this Side of the Border

Fuck A Wall 

America should build a big mirror

Anonymous Protester

We hope the dead reconcile

with the dead, so they may achieve

a position among their peers.

May the student and the lady in a Stetson

make the same mistakes.

And the victim cross the street

side by side his eternal executioner

without recognizing him.

Shadows or ghosts, both shall pass.

On the sidelines, the feast of the living

is still happening. Listen to the slight music

of the mountains of exile in silence

and don't look back.

This, and not another, is our story:

The time contemplated in the fissures of the sand,

The slow ripening of deserts without limit.