Collective Unrest

 

Two Poems

February 20, 2019

Hunger Cruise

They ate the sea
they drank the rocks
the coasts fled
no crabs in sight.
Scattered clouds,
like wounded coconuts
kidnapped the moon
that guided rafts.
The rocks don’t shine,
the sand ignited,
the island engulfed
in the stench of winter.
The guts announce
scandalous thunder
hunger made itself goddess
of the sea and gazing.
They never crossed
the wide entanglement,
it turned into a raft
frozen in ice.
The screaming bubbles,
the broken goodbyes
bitten by two islands?
One of contrived charm
the other of anchored hunger.

 

The River 

I saw the alleys running
after the people
and crying towards the slums
I saw the potholes in the street
like the open eyes of madness,
I also saw the naked children
with stomachs drawn with parasites
and I also saw the dying crabs
without mud in the turbid waters
of the Ozama, mistreated by time.

 

Francisco Henriquez Rosa was born in Santiago, Dominican Republic in 1957. He graduated from the Dominican Journalism Institute in 1979 and in the same year immigrated to New York City where he attended Hostos Community College. His poetry has been published in magazines and newspapers throughout Argentina, the Dominican Republic, New York, and Florida. He currently lives in Orlando where he is the coordinator of the writing group “La Tertulia de Orlando.”

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