Eldorado dos Carajas

The doors made of strong wood
To out last even the last stand
Between billy the kid of those last battles
Over a land
Riddled with secrets
Wood battered with wind, striped grey, and splinters
the soft young hands of children
A red ball and a stick
They played with spiders that ran up and down
The leaves, instead of the puppy dogs
That ran wild in the hills and turned
Savage and forgot
To trust an out stretched hand
Suspicious, of those sweet treats.

The smell just before a storm
The air pregnant and expecting
Some say the dead walk among us
In that moment before the clouds break open
And rain, blessed rain, washes the world clean.

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“To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are”

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  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestalmost 5 years ago

    This massacre in our day and age is rather hard to get to grips with…. 13 years ago is one way a long time but reading your words I could not help if there was today any lesson learned from this brutal undertaking by …I see recently a statement was read as an acknowledging the horror. Thank you for writing this as I did not know about this ….And I would rather know of these events in our world than walk with my eyes half closed. X

  • well it is but one small story amongst thousands. In Ireland, there were similar massacres over land. In almost every colonized country, the question of land (who owns the land, who has the original right, those that came first?), so in one way, it is talking of one story, to talk about all the stories.. and an individual story at the same time. Often they do not speak of the children who are caught in-between (like those children in the Gaza Strip) who are merely playing and living and smiling as the bombs of the adult world destroy everything that is prescious to them.

    – BiographyofRed8

  • umbra
    umbraalmost 5 years ago

    profound and moving……

  • thanks!

    – BiographyofRed8

  • RaOrEmraeh
    RaOrEmraehalmost 5 years ago

    The smell just before a storm
    The air pregnant and expecting
    Some say the dead walk among us
    In that moment before the clouds break open
    And rain, blessed rain, washes the world clean.

    Amazing lines. xoxo

  • thanks cass!

    – BiographyofRed8

  • lianne
    liannealmost 5 years ago

    One small story? No – one profoundly significant story interpreted with moving poignancy that is so sadly the story of so many parts of the world throughout history. There is probably not more than a handful of countries that have been able to avoid perpetrating this kind of atrocity in the name of progress, power, or any number of ideologies. But as you so movingly point out, it is the children who are caught in between. Just truly brilliant writing.

  • thank you so much ! for taking the time to read this

    – BiographyofRed8

  • hsien-ku
    hsien-kualmost 5 years ago

    let it be true that the dead walk among us. no rain can wash the road clean for those that fell or those that fired. equal victims of a world grown numb to violence, a world that mounts no opposition to slaughter. god help us all.

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