it is not the backhoe

what caused all the miseries of those
who were massacred

what is the symbol? it is not the backhoe
it is not even the driver of the backhoe
it is not the armalite
neither the bullets
it is that man who denies that he was there
it is not the impunity
it is those who used impunity, those who used the backhoe
those who used the drivers and the soldiers
it is those who use them all
up there

those who voted for them
finally
those who get the money
those who do not do anything
those who simply watch

about you

your thoughts are not mine
and i do not wish to read your mind

for i have my own,
i have this light and i am keeping it alive
it is a candle and my palms shaped like a boat
keeps its light shining

i keep on writing
and you may not read what i write
i don't mind
i say things and keep some ideas hanging in the air
like the clothes on the wire

when they become dry
i iron them all
and keep them back well folded
on the dresser

do not look for your pants
or underwear there
there are no places reserved for them

i keep my heart somewhere else
and it keeps beating

now, no longer for your name