Que Florezca Todo
May Everything Flower
– Roberto Lopez Moreno
What bitter memories lie dormant
in the earth. We are surely not innocent
of the ghosts at Tlatelolco or roaming the streets
of Chile and valleys of Colombia.
There is an empty space in our brain where the rest
of our body should be, an empty lot where nothing
grows, not even disdain or arrogance.
Nothing.
Beneath that lot lies the School of the Americas,
the KUBARK manual, and the directives of Henry Kissinger.
Lies paramilitaries and electroshock machines
and, collaborating with all of that, willful ignorance.
And Whiteness in the roots – a parasite that keeps
us alive while it eats us.
May everything flower –
even the memories that may accuse us,
might broil in our stomachs, catch in our throats,
might burn into the empty space in our brain,
might wrest us with the responsibility
to pay attention and destroy what pretends
to serve us – border walls and mass-produced fear.
Que florezca todo.
Todo.
Wow ! Dark.
Todavia yo esperando que florezca todo… “…with the responsibility to pay attention and destroy what pretends to serve us.”
Abuelo