A Funeral In The Barrio Poem by RIC BASTASA
A Funeral In The Barrio
it is a long line of people
like a snake
winding itself on a
hill towards the spot
where a big tree
stands
the snake's mouth
opens and
spits you
right in the hole
six feet below
the ground
and then the women
wail.and then the clouds
pay its tribute
with a little rain.
and then you are
forgotten. another boy
wears your name
and starts life all over
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 8:37:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
