from a far away lifetime
underneath fragile towns they built
the memory lost
scattered likethose kids
kidnapped, killed, disappeared
echos of never again
bounce
our fragile human life
built on a pile of sand
constantly melting into place
to accommodate us better
gave us life until it could no more
still i wonder about the 43
and what will become of us now
everything has changed
though my sidewalks look the same
my heart swells like a bloated whale
the ocean that could hold no more
what will become of us now?
will they continue to laugh
clash their copas together
in houses a hundred of my lives could fit in
on top of the bones of the kidnapped kids
will i continue to walk looking down
hoping to find a memory kept alive
in just one more grain of sand
one of those grains that was our friend
back in the days when it would move
shift and make new ways
could i find a memory of what we used to be
before smiles with lipstick
were replaced by
day-of-the-dead smiles
because every day
is day of the dead now.
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