Hands of Victor Jara
So much to greet
with leaded hands,
so many observed you later
sans life...
Shot so much
arms in the wind
in so many sentimental
goodbyes ,
so much to have lived ...
of so much life in waves,
lacked hands
to applaud your
own life...
lacked scarves
for so much weeping ...
We were without gestures,
no hands...
and hands were
everything you had,
hands were
your love and your
sustenance ...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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