night strikes your face like God's feet /
what is this light rising from your dead? / do you see anything by the light of this light? / what do
you see? / little bones   holding up autumn? / someone

scratching the world's walls with his bones? / anything else? /
are they scratching the soul's walls? / writing
"long live the struggle"? / are they scratching
the night's walls? / or writing "long live the soul"? /

scratching the fire where i burned and we died / all  of us                               compañeros? / are they
writing? /
in the fire? / in the light? / in the light of that light? /
now our comrades are walking past with their tongues locked /
they go past with the other feet and their roads /

they are going past stitched on to the light /
they're scratching the silence with a bone /
writing down the word "struggle" /
the bone has turned into a bone that writes /