Chains
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
Gold, silver, iron and also bronze.
A tangled web of chains
Each new link, more rusted
Than the one that came before.
The same anchor connecting all.
The weakest link, now broken,
Discarded, alone it drifts,
The sands envelops it,
Monument
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
Let us make a monument.
A wholesome place to lament.
Fill it with names,
Fill it with names.
The sun will always rise
Indifferent to our cries.
All we have is this second.
Look, forth, he beckons.
Time to write our name.
Earth won’t hide our shame.
The Water
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
Put your hand in the water.
Does it feel warm?
Take my hand,
The water is not so deep.
Got to sleep,
Travel to another land;
Where you won’t know harm.
Sink down, go deeper.
My dear, sleeper
Rest till dawn.
The birds have yet to awaken!
Your dreams will not be taken!
Does it feel warm?
Sink your head, in the water.
Take my hand,
Let’s go farther.
Take my hand,
Let’s go deeper,
Into the water.
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