Madrid, 1990

si no te muevas nunca notaras las cadenas

(If you don’t move you will never notice the chains) --

scrawled on a subway wall –

We are circling higher now as dusk settles

in the distance – We

are Magic in our delivery, rabid

in our Senses – backed

against sheets of glass our arms thrust

out We

aim for Union with Our sister waiting

there at tunnel’s End – Who

could it be who surrenders dignity for

blood here in this

hard land? Who

retracts his accusation with a Smile

standing apart

in a desert Wind?

he calls to Us to break Our silence

here in the hushed and delicate

June , We who had

lost our Way on

the road to salvation --