Pa' Césary Corky

what for the rush and bloody pain

what for the blooming and the rain

what for the quest and odyssey

what for the swimming and the sea, see

there b no shore or beach that anyone

can reach

and breathe, inhale, exhale, and love

all seems to ooze the stress that greed has carved in us

surely our species should be meek

before our motherearth’s volcanoes

storms and huracanes

tornadoes, floods and tremors

and there we b secreting poisons for all leggeds, wingeds,

fish and even trees

what for the rush and bloody pain

we’ll surely die, but then

we dig deeper in our heartmindspiritbody

and nurture glow and warmth

and light and peace and patience

and gladness and gardens

and gather all in oneness

and end the pain and bloody rush

desiring naught

expecting naught

missing naught

simply being being

we truly have no choice…though

we imagine, dream, hope, want

being all that we are we are all that is

and that is all there b

césar and corky

this b my writ to chávez y gonzález

carnales de las sonrisas grandes

de las carcajadas llenas

de murales

de cuadros, ensayos

matadors de pendejadas

terminators of guandajos and juanabees

hermanos, jefes

your “death” is but our “birth”

porque amasteis

entregasteis

y hoy, como siempre,

sois imprescindibles