To Susana Paulina Morales and the seven women who accompanied her
toothless mother with guarani eyes
legs that have walked for 30 hours, wet, broken, pissed-off
and you Italian boss-man friend of the Vatican tri-colour embassy
tomorrow no one will know what you’ve done
tomorrow no newspaper will speak of it
and I will be praying over the body of the son of the waters
murdered according to an ancient gringo legend