Poem
Piedad Bonnet
A MATTER OF STATISTICS
They were twenty-two, said the report.Seventeen men, three women,
two children with bewildered eyes,
sixty-three shots, four Creeds,
three deep, muffled curses,
forty-four feet with their shoes,
forty-four unarmed hands,
a single fear, a hatred that sizzles,
and a thousand silences putting on
bandages on the mangled soul.
© Translation: 2005, Nicolás Suescún
CUESTIÓN DE ESTADÍSTICAS
CUESTIÓN DE ESTADÍSTICAS
Fueron veintidós, dice la crónica.Diecisiete varones, tres mujeres,
dos niños de miradas aleladas,
sesenta y tres disparos, cuatro credos,
tres maldiciones hondas, apagadas,
cuarenta y cuatro pies con su zapatos,
cuarenta y cuatro manos desarmadas,
un solo miedo, un odio que crepita,
y un millar de silencios extendiendo
sus vendas sobre el alma mutilada.
© 1995, Piedad Bonnett
From: El hilo de los día
From: El hilo de los día
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A MATTER OF STATISTICS
They were twenty-two, said the report.Seventeen men, three women,
two children with bewildered eyes,
sixty-three shots, four Creeds,
three deep, muffled curses,
forty-four feet with their shoes,
forty-four unarmed hands,
a single fear, a hatred that sizzles,
and a thousand silences putting on
bandages on the mangled soul.
© 2005, Nicolás Suescún
From: El hilo de los día
From: El hilo de los día
A MATTER OF STATISTICS
They were twenty-two, said the report.Seventeen men, three women,
two children with bewildered eyes,
sixty-three shots, four Creeds,
three deep, muffled curses,
forty-four feet with their shoes,
forty-four unarmed hands,
a single fear, a hatred that sizzles,
and a thousand silences putting on
bandages on the mangled soul.
© 2005, Nicolás Suescún
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