down where the water
bubbles in rage
there where the bubbles
might be deep down breathquake
sit I
waiting for a look into the face of my mother
was it summer ? I know she's here.
for down my legs ran sweat
upon the fallow hard soil - never look back
saw this trace of mine of this sweat of red
the earth covering white powder or heavenly sugar
my footprints tasty, sweet and cool
but this night I could not see no shinning moon
magic thing like old song tell
magic cheese I used to say
why you sit at the river
at this unhealthy waters
why you held the head so often under the water, my friend
I wait for her - mother for her face yeah for mother
for a glance to her eyes
do not mind but I'm not your friend
it was winterspringwinter - behind the house
almost dead bodies in our cottonfield
creeping like this lack of unclearness
in my ear for gurglin' hole in what once was head
look like uncledaugtherfatherantsisterunknown
ran in fright at mothers breast while the soldier did test
how many sticks would bear a chest
the looklike died in shiver - mother cried out father
can a cry make houses quiver ?
can a cry make people wither ?
can a man become a plane ?
belongs America to Spain ?
there was no moon shinin' this night
there was no man from outer space
my baby brothers head nailed to the ceiling
gawbed dull eyed soldiermen stand in line
one by one penetratin' into mother I wonder why his open mouth
without any cry
mother did not move a bone as they cut the soles
I ran in pain at soldiers breast
go round the worl as saviors best
I saw her mother
the naked back lit by the moon
drifting towards the rapids
in the whiskin' rapids vanished
