stalks of collapsed corn like
the carcasses of abandoned infantry lost en el conflicto.
white flags furious in the wind.
paper kites trapped by telephone lines,
butterfly wings torn on barbed wire.
¨sin agua, no vida.¨
but still the flowers grow
up through cracks in the cement and
turn their faces towards the passing light.
children run barefoot over glass shards
without breaking skin.
blind corners peer over shoulders
along the road where
buckets of white lilies yawn.
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