Guillermo Delgado’s Untitled #21, 2010, mixed media on paper, 22” x 30″
At the Place Where
In the farmhouse, in the meadow, in the field
the voices remain, regardless.
Did he hold his hands just so
when he spoke of how far he had come?
Did she lean into the conversation,
bent by sorrow?
And the boy, was he always watching
as the girls turned their heads?
Who heard the wisp of his voice
as he lowered his eyes?
When it happens with gunfire
or the steel shiver of the blade,
with sticks, with rocks, with kicks,
unanchor from language.
there is chatter in the trees.