Here is a poem to honor the poetry of the past, present, and
future that has inspired my trembling voice to find yours and allows our voices
to dance together creating something beautiful. To Our Song, My Song, One Song:
Prison Walls
By Carlos Rodriguez
Spirituality as a process of integration
“You took a half swing at this, take a full swing”
You the great organizer
And the little one too
The ultimate creador
The power-poder
in skies
in trees
in tiny tears
in little country towns seemingly defying some
capitalist logic
“Que locura hay en lo pequeño
que existe desafiando a lo infinito”
I said to my sharecropping grandfather on some ranch
somewhere in Mexico in a time I wish I could taste when the city seems to eat
me.
You the one that sings in prison
Songs that break down their prison walls
May your ancient wisdom seep into the very depths of
my biologically powerful cells.
Rippling from my trem-bling voices into other trem--- bling voices
A song
That one with the most hurting
Hurting
Paining
Killing
Kills the comedy
Like the insides of a flame
Of those that can act pretending that they can live
while ignoring the pain of others.
