WHERE ARE THEY Comments

Where are they
who only
sowed corn
in our consciousnesses,
drew their voices
in the smoke spirals
calling for an encounter
narrating a joy;

where are they
who sowed the trees of the encounter
and then transformed them
into the boundary stones that separate towns;

where are they
who knitted the symbols of the universe
joining the moon and the sun in the blankets
with which they kept their dreams warm:

where are they
who wrote on the ground
that hunger
would never be our companion;

where are they
who kept in their hands
the outbreaks of their people
dancing for the arrival
of a new sun
and a new moon;

where are my grandparents
who saw through the crystal of their tears
the enormity of the disaster;

where are my grandmothers
who in their placentas
fed new dreams
of green-eyed sons
they never wished for;

where are the lands
that gave birth to you grandfather;

where are the waters
that showed your face, grandmother;

where I am now,
they are there,
everything, everything for me,
is remembrance.
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