next to human

under the moon
we are triumphant
and starving

the blood of animals
stains our hands
and our feet

our ships came
like miracles
to the shores

where your women
danced and cried
like children

stripped naked
from the lust
for our strong men

those white shores
as they were then
are now black and red

and all the animals
that ruled this planet
are dead and eaten

and now we hunger
for more than songs
and victory marches

the warmth of power
is gone from our breath
and the passion snatched

for whom to rule
we have none
but our mothers


Photograph by Eugenio Recuenco