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Rafael Jesús González

The Hands
–to Victor Jara


Each broken string
one of six painted arrows
the bow of your voice sends
against outrage —
each finger a lance
in the conscience

each drop a note against silence.

The black birds fall,
their feathers snow in mourning,
upon memory
where the blood boils

each drop a note against silence.

The hands fall on the sand,
each a red fountain
that runs toward a sea without islands

each drop a note against silence.

Brother, the sparrows grow shy;
the jars of time have broken
& your song runs through the world

each drop a note against silence:

when the blood grows wings
it is called freedom

each drop a note against silence.


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