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FSLN

I live under the mountain,
the mountain with giant letters
that glare whitely in the sun.
It stands for the people who died then
and who die now.

The coffers are empty.
History and war and the
hand of Nature have a way of
drinking you dry.

The mountain is reflected in the
dark eyes of these hungry children.
I only hope that it still stands
when they can eat again.

October 31, 1988
Managua, Nicaragua

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

#centralamerica #children #creativenonfiction #faithandjustice #grief #historicalreflection

FSLN

I live under the mountain,
the mountain with giant letters
that glare whitely in the sun.
It stands for the people who died then
and who die now.

The coffers are empty.
History and war and the
hand of Nature have a way of
drinking you dry.

The mountain is reflected in the
dark eyes of these hungry children.
I only hope that it still stands
when they can eat again.

October 31, 1988
Managua, Nicaragua

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

#writing #witness #warandmemory #visualpoetry #uglyamerican #travel

FSLN

I live under the mountain,
the mountain with giant letters
that glare whitely in the sun.
It stands for the people who died then
and who die now.

The coffers are empty.
History and war and the
hand of Nature have a way of
drinking you dry.

The mountain is reflected in the
dark eyes of these hungry children.
I only hope that it still stands
when they can eat again.

October 31, 1988
Managua, Nicaragua

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

#centralamerica #children #creativenonfiction #faithandjustice #grief #historicalreflection