August 2013

los olvidados

babies of the street, fatherless,
motherless,
huddle against their secret selves
believing
there is safety in numbers.

there are no flowers under their feet,
no beds,
no rooms,
no new mornings.

in a moment,
one will turn to his brother
who is not his brother
and slay him as cain
did abel,
smiling the smile
of not knowing.

in the evening,
there will be meat.

—Álvaro Rodríguez

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