LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
Therefore, no, don’t try to convince me, I know it
better than you.
Someday we’ll be victorious; flags, songs, dreams,
hurrahs
but when night comes and the crowds disperse
and silence wedges itself in the city square like
a knife
and each of us is alone, each with his own
inconsolable memory
among all these dead people and events, searching
for a path, at least a simple, insignificant path
to return to his life
while he lifts all the weight of the desperate years
the weight of all who cried out the truth and they
were trampled
and of those who didn’t say a word but were also
trampled by thousands of comrades who sang
in front of the enemy garrisons
and of others who died in the hands of comrades,
without uttering a word, without any complain
as not to become targets to the enemy.
Libros Libertad 