Posted by Dorian Leslie

En Colombia
March 28, 2014


My soul is lead-en

I don’t have the write pen-cil

To love the paper

Horse on the highway

Rocks, trees, God, walk to heaven

Takes my breath away

Is there translation?

The meaning worth more than word

Echoes in the air

Anger on the land

The children know no despair?

There is soup. Come eat.

To sing of the blood

Hot breath. Skin. Rides in the dark

Pedialyte lips.

Voice your true name now

In a language with no hurt

With me, dance too close.

Touch the deception

Hard, hands sticky sugar cane

Out slips slick palm. Oil.

Mothers’ child with gun

My mind is crazy with fear

Who are the actors?


by Dorian Leslie