Inside the orchid eucalyptus bamboo heart of my Boriken roams the ghost of Tio Nando touching Titi Carmen on the shoulder before she cries herself to sleep every night. Thundering out of the dark eyes of the enchanted island is the coqui orkestra 5 million translucent tree frogs singing as they must aiming their love at the murderous F-18s dropping bombs and dripping poison on Vieques, residential bombing site. Roiling in the ocean blood of the home of my Taino antepasados y los que viven aun are the hopes and dreams of fruit and yautia vendors selling their wares from the backs of dented pickup trucks. This is the body of my island this is the blood of my love Amen Amen. Rick Kearns-Morales Poem reprinted with permission from the author Rick Kearns-Morales. See related entry posted today in this blog for more information about the author.
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