Jimmy Santiago Baca

(2 January 1952 / Santa Fe, New Mexico)

When Life - Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

Is cut close, blades and bones,
And the stench of sewers is everywhere,
Blood-sloshed floors,
And guards count the dead
With the blink of an eyelid, then hurry home
To supper and love, what saves us
From going mad is to carry a vacant stare
And a quiet half-dead dream.


Comments about When Life by Jimmy Santiago Baca

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (6/29/2016 7:43:00 PM)


    Profound poem. Thank for sharing. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: dream, home, life, love



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]