Joseph Acuna Poems

They came, one by one,
In the boats and in the planes,
They came.
On the beaches and on the cliffs
...

A sudden syringe in my neck,
A hot lead piece that pierces me.
Fiber wire across my throat,
He chokes me with silent emptiness.
...

He criss-crosses the crashing waves,
Flowing with the big, gentle water. He steers and unites,
With the inseparable mother ocean.
He moves with it,
...