THE MISSING STAIRS
Our children
see
the hoarded ruin of cities.
Touch the veil that laps the suburbs.
Muse upon
the shocks caused by the falling
of the swallows
that no longer distinguish the telegraph wires.
Contemplate themselves inside the daily dirty mirror
no one answers for.
Learn with the dying
to count life's missing stairs.
And grow up unamazed.
Roberto Sosa
Translation by Jim Lindsey