The voice of th
is lone country
the sound of the soldier boys who re
peated lies packed like compost
and waited longer to come up with truths the
single speak of the men who would not speak at
all the people and all the rat
tling of bones dug
up from the so so
ft dark dirt
of natives of slaves
of women
curses and
sweat in the hot
sun
live in
their ghosts
in this burial ground
Lee Burke González (2020)
Composition 2, 2019
Acrylic on wood