Walking the kids down shiny avenues.
"Maria santa, madre de dios, llena de tolerancia, el señor está con nosotros."
Up stairs to apartment - stench of heat.
"Bendicen le entre mujeres."
Scrubbing the floor, in the humid/quiet eve.
"Se bendice la fruta de su matriz, Jesús."
Drops of dirty water are catching a light.
"Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores."
Rosary beads bounced as she ran from guns -
hiding, huddling in the jungle -
crying to the moon, crying to above.
"A la hora de nuestra muerte ..."
Now in the new country, with more dreams than war -
washing away :
memories,
rats,
cells,
midnight screams.
"Amén".
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