24.-Facing the monitor Poem by Dolores Dorantes

24.-Facing the monitor



"24.-Facing the monitor, we are those who await the order to pursue you. We walk distant and empty before threatening. We are your lobelias with the legs you favor. Each time we attack it is like giving you a kiss. Give us the presidency or the direction of the gunshots. We are the fresh fruits of war."

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