SIMPLE TALK
…How can I deny the piece of hardened bread that twenty of us
shared?
How can I deny my mother who expects from me
a cup of sage tea?
How can I deny our child, who we promised a wedge
of the sky?
How can I deny Nikolas
who was singing while they aimed to execute him?
When I return, we won’t have a lamp to light, we won’t
know where to place our dream.
We shall remain silent.
And when I’d wish to look at you
the holed boot of the comrade I denied
will cover my eyes like a cloud.
Do love me.
Libros Libertad 