Por: Stefania Elizondo de Cuarto Semestre
Stained flesh, stone heart,
Memories carved in the skin,
Broken body, high might,
Feel the beat of the soil and sin.
Pushed away, feel no pain,
Uneven mind still and hard,
Ancient bones, veins of rain,
Broken down to collect a shard.
Buried deep, surface back,
Drown the roots with ashen dust,
Senses dulled, seek the track,
Scarred back filled with rust.
Hidden now, found always,
Speak the language of the earth,
Grainy touch, forever stays,
Bring those alive great mirth.
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