What is the point
of being artists
if we cannot save our life?
That is the cry
that wakes us
in our sleep.
Being happy is not the only
happiness.
And how many gadgets
can one person manage
at one time?
Over in the Other World
the women count
their wealth
in empty
calabashes.
How to transport
food
from watering hole
to watering
hole
has ceased to be
a problem
since the animals
died
and seed grain shrunk
to fit the pocket.
Now
it is just a matter
of who can create
the finest
decorations
on the empty
pots.
They say in Nicaragua
the whole
government
writes,
makes music
and paints,
saving their own
and helping the people save
their own lives.
(I ask you to notice
who, songless,
rules us
here.)
They say in Nicaragua
the whole
government
writes
and makes
music
saving its own
and helping the people save
their own lives.
These are not containers
void of food.
These are not decorations
on empty pots.