Poem: when a dead blackbird

when a dead


stares at you out of paradise

wings clutched


little feet

companion to wolves

when the dead

and humans

our companeros

sounds of other people

move beneath the floor

long slaughtered

or on a path

down to a child in the womb

then the sunlight of the settler

cut and scalped

goes haywire

dead settlement

empty air

so many things

are false