WE DESCENDED from an old, vanished race; barbarian
invaders scattered us
but at night one could recognize us, the few of us, always
sitting on side streets
talking humble words about compassion or succession
and sometimes when we entered the city a flute was
heard in the stoa
where the outlaws had taken shelter while the blind
walked in a fast pace
following the dust our passing had left behind.
Libros Libertad 