Entonces, Então, Well then…

 

I flew

From Quito to Lima, and

I saw the Andes.

Well, one Ande, then.

It

Rose up

No,

It soared.

A great, defiant, ice covered middle finger. Sticking

Through clouds, that clung to it

As they blew up from the Amazon,

Ghost to a past, that as it

Looses its snow to a future, as uncertain as never before.

Reminded me what it means,

Now to be an American,

And how it all depends so much on how we learn to

Reflect

Here

In a collective America,

                That

After more than five centuries of

                Genocide and immigration, of

Migration and colonialism, of

Degradation, exploitation, and Slavery, of

Feudalism, Communism, Capitalism, Socialism, and now Corporate Development

That this pervasive sense, of domination and humiliation

By the few over the many,

Calls us now to sit and rest

Together,

On the bank of the river without end or beginning,

and

Dangle our bare feet, in the muddy stream, that began as melting snow.

 

 

quarta-feira, 5 de abril de 2006 / Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Ouro Preto, Minas Gerais