Haiti in Puerto Rico

By Alberto O. Cappas

Yesterday el ay bendito

Was kidnapped

By dark clouds of angry

Miseries . . .

Yesterday

I recited useless words

Of a useless poem to

An audience

Of Puerto Ricans

Turned into zombies

Refusing to break the spell

Of all the conditioning misfortunes

And like helpless souls

They continue to cover the reality

Of their echolalia existence

As if covering black coffee

With heavy cream and sugar

In Haiti

They say

The Zombies work the field

In Puerto Rico

The Zombies are transported to the mainland

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