THE DEATH OF OSCAR ROMERO

THE DEATH OF OSCAR ROMERO

Stones the bread we take out of the ovens Doing this in memory of him Lead the iron entering our souls Parched now in the sunlight of unknowing

Spent beyond the bullet’s punctuation Doing this in memory of him Naked under the harsh stars at noon Parched now in the sunlight of unknowing

Could the cracked adobe of our hearts Doing this in memory of him Drink such dangerous unconsidered blood Except his body cold as broken stones Parched now in the sunlight of unknowing Blaspheme the grammar of the injured earth