mudanza

materialized, grown flesh...

we walk down la octava avenida,

posters of the disappeared still faded against brick,

“en donde estan?”

hijos de los desaparecidos (children of the disappeared)

- 15 years since

three generations of "internal conflict"

when over 200,000 were killed,

50,000 disappeared, more than a million displaced,

military and government for genocide,

"draining the water to kill the fish" -

and here we are, on the streets of Guatemala, la capital,

faces stare amongst the pasted brick and graffiti:
"en donde estan?",
a shopping mall just down the street, buzzing

the city hums, purrs, tiny explosions
somewhere in the distance,

fireworks in daylight...