Visited by a dead villager
for South & Central America, Africa, & Asia
Though sound asleep,
I remember the puffs
of her breath
against my waking ear
In the dream we sat
across from each other
in a tin roof shack,
another was there
& I translated for him,
we talked about guerillas
& she said to tell the man
Guerilleros don't start out bad
but in their desperation
to change the world
they become what they hate
She grabbed my hand,
said it's time to show me
the reason for her visit
We walked out to a bird's
eye view of the jungle &
descended on a dirt road
On both sides
for as far as I could see,
thrown about, were dead men,
women & children—their bodies
laying amidst garbage
She turned to me, there are
thousands like this, on & on
like this, all over
She set off along the road,
I ran the other way—tried to wake up,
terrified that she shared
her story with me
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Author's Note
This was a visit, a dream, a retelling of a horror that takes place everyday all over the world. My guess is that she wanted a record of it to be kept and shared somewhere.
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So pretty, Roberto. I love this quote "Guerilleros don't start out bad
but in their desperation
to change the world
they become what they hate"
Always enjoy seeing a new update from you!
It all comes down to this in the end.
well spoken, Roberto.
We may share the fate of the indigenous people and their cultures in South & Central America, Africa, & Asia if multinational corporations and wealthy investors are allowed to continue unregulated with their globalized profiteering. They'll own the air we breath and they'll shut it off if we fail to pay on time.
"thousands like this, on & on"
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The nightmare that speaks truth.*
Well done -
"there are
thousands like this, on & on
like this, all over"
Yes.
Thank you all so much. After the dream I searched mass graves in the news. I found the dream particularly chilling when I saw all the mass graves that have been discovered lately. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
Thank you for sharing your vision with us Roberto. The work we do in dream time is very real and important. Your poem tells the story in a beautiful and lyrical way. *
This is excellent work, my friend. It's powerful.original and amazing!
This poem is so strong I could hear the language being spoken.
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Thanks Darryl and Susan!
Eerie and powerful, and I agree with what Susan said... the language can definitely be heard.
So powerful and what it says but not bluntly but it is blunt in a beautiful way. A terrifying poem that tells what is happening. The truth to be heard. Great poem! Faved a zillion times if I could. *