EARTH
The deep earth is
the sum of all the dead.
One whole flesh
of the consumed generations.
We step on bones,
dried blood,
wounds,
invisible wounds.
The dust
which grimes our faces
is the evidence
of a recurring crime.
José Emilio Pacheco
Translated by Alastair Reid
* Otra versión modifica este verso con estos dos versos:
«sangre seca,
heridas»