Migrant Tales Literary: Argentinean dirty war odyssey

by , under Leo Honka

Leo Honka

Cemetery silence

emerging

from the ashes of death

next to gagged cobblestone streets

and I should be asleep

but I just can’t.

The keys of my typewriter

glowing red-hot

are razor-sharp

to the tuouch.

The night is at a standstill, now

searchlights are combing the state of siege

a few high-pitched sirens screaming

in the distance.

And I should be asleep

But I just can’t.


Photo by Enrique Tessieri

Strong bangs at my door

easily cornered

but not deterred:

What’s the big idea?

It’s the fight against terrorism!

Proceed!  

Disappearing, without a trace

not even a timid objection

…only a few high-pitched sirens

screaming in the distance.

Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1977