Se Sufre Pero Se Goza

Prayers within prayers, a nested lament snuffing out even candles well-meant. An intended sigh not by voice but by eye. We need more time while we’re awake. “I was just holding my breath.” We need more time before the wake. “I was just holding my breath.” You taught me two words for the rich man. Now you’re screaming in pain; a feral meditation, a busted Pietà, a permanent lullaby. The hammered chunks of stone fly. We need more time while we’re awake. “I was just holding my breath.” We need more time before the wake. “I was just holding my breath.” One day too soon, we’ll engrave your name proudly to the sun. I’ve wasted all my prayers for our souls and for our land. Unconsoled by any music, I am no longer afraid.