<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="">Dream Song #16</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span style="font-size: 14px;" class=""><i class="">Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes ... Yo no sé!</i></span></div><div class=""><span style="font-size: 14px;" class=""><i class=""> - César Vallejo</i></span></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">They sniffed us out of the holes with the animals</div><div class="">they had programmed and there are blows in life so</div><div class="">powerful we just don’t know and there were trenches</div><div class="">and there was water and it poured in through our mouths</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">and out of our ears and there were things we saw in the</div><div class="">sand at that moment of sinking: mountains and daisies</div><div class="">and tulips and rivers and the bodies of the people we</div><div class="">had been and the bodies of the people we had loved</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">and we felt hooks coming through the trenches and we</div><div class="">felt hooks coming through the sand and I saw hooks coming</div><div class="">through my child’s clothes and I wanted him to know that they</div><div class="">would never be able to scoop us out of the sand but of course</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">it wasn’t true they had scooped us out of the sand and our</div><div class="">mouths were so full of dirt it is what they do when you’re</div><div class="">dead and they made us spit and they beat us until our mouths</div><div class="">were empty and they paid us for constructing the mountain and</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">it was me and L and we looked for S and we looked for J and J</div><div class="">and we looked for O and we looked for R and we looked for J</div><div class="">and S in the holes in which the bodies of those we loved were</div><div class="">hiding or dying or sinking or stealing some shelter some little</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">worm’s worth of cover to keep their bodies from dissolving</div><div class="">into the maniac murmurs of this impossible carcass economy</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Daniel Borzutzky</div><div class=""><br class=""></div></body></html>