Will Barber - Jacinta III

There was no reason
No reason at all.
Jacinta wept,
For no purpose.

The noisy children
Made Jacinta shudder.
They threw rocks, and
Screamed when bloodied.

Jacinta looks through her album,
Photographs of Miguel:
Allthough he wore sunglasses,
You can recognise him by the scars.

Why is it that Oaxaca
Sank silently, unreported?
Jacinta turns the pages,
Her questions ignored.

I comfort her with fables,
Saying Miguelito may live
Somewhere in Chiapas,
His bright eyes shining.

It is difficult to visit Jacinta.
Her mother guards the door,
Fearing I bring trouble,
But I have a note from Miguel.

He says, 'Be brave, and wait.
I will come back for you! '
Jacinta, your asylum lies
Not in Oaxaca, nor Chiapas.

The AK-47 that you hide beneath
Your skirt - Give it to me, Jacinta!
I will avenge Miguelito
On the outskirts of Oaxaca.
Miguelito would be proud,
And I only lust for justice,
And one last bloody
Poem.


2007

Will Barber

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