Whispers Louder Than Lightning
Down below we are running
Through smokes and mirrors,
Down unnamed streets,
Those ships across the lake
Carrying life and our dreams
While our Captains are by the shore
Rolling sand across the beaches.
We have this lemon juice
Squeezed into our eyes
We teach each other to laugh
From the stomach not the throat,
Or else we invite the black hoods
From our corridors to leap upon our bodies
Hold us to the banished concrete floors
With the intent of our moans or cries
When they hold me face down to the ground
Help me as I ask the beads of sweat to shout
For me while they sweetly escape
And behold the scars shall live here
Always scarlet letters on the chest.
We wish also to be sitting on the hill tops with
Folded legs and heads
Rested on clouds
Passing calabashes
Of swollen fruits
Among each other.
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