A PRAYER FOR CALM
"Terror is the piety of revolution."
Tonantzin,
little mother,
Guadalupe,
look,
I clasp my hands together,
make the heart,
the rose in the flesh,
look,
I open my hands, open
the book of flesh,
glyphs flowering
on my palms,
look
I lay my hands flat together,
make the knife,
the stone knife of prayer.
Rock,
paper,
scissors,
What is your answer?
Many are the children of la Llorona
who pull on the black hood,
who sheath their faces to become weapons,