Water

down where the water

bubbles in rage

there where the bubbles

might be deep down breathquake

sit I

waiting for a look into the face of my mother

was it summer ? I know she's here.

for down my legs ran sweat

upon the fallow hard soil - never look back

saw this trace of mine of this sweat of red

the earth covering white powder or heavenly sugar

my footprints tasty, sweet and cool

but this night I could not see no shinning moon

magic thing like old song tell

magic cheese I used to say

why you sit at the river

at this unhealthy waters

why you held the head so often under the water, my friend

I wait for her - mother for her face yeah for mother

for a glance to her eyes

do not mind but I'm not your friend

it was winterspringwinter - behind the house

almost dead bodies in our cottonfield

creeping like this lack of unclearness

in my ear for gurglin' hole in what once was head

look like uncledaugtherfatherantsisterunknown

ran in fright at mothers breast while the soldier did test

how many sticks would bear a chest

the looklike died in shiver - mother cried out father

can a cry make houses quiver ?

can a cry make people wither ?

can a man become a plane ?

belongs America to Spain ?

there was no moon shinin' this night

there was no man from outer space

my baby brothers head nailed to the ceiling

gawbed dull eyed soldiermen stand in line

one by one penetratin' into mother I wonder why his open mouth

without any cry

mother did not move a bone as they cut the soles

I ran in pain at soldiers breast

go round the worl as saviors best

I saw her mother

the naked back lit by the moon

drifting towards the rapids

in the whiskin' rapids vanished