A Matter Of Statistics Poem by Piedad Bonnett
A Matter Of Statistics
They were twenty-two, said the report.
Seventeen men, three women,
two children with bewildered eyes,
sixty-three shots, four Creeds,
three deep, muffled curses,
forty-four feet with their shoes,
forty-four unarmed hands,
a single fear, a hatred that sizzles,
and a thousand silences putting on
bandages on the mangled soul.
Translation: 2005, Nicolás Suescún
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