The Avenue of the Bones
By caleibow
Come take a walk with me down the avenue of bones,walk closethe street is narrow and crowded with ghosts,the bones of those trying to get home.The alley sweats.It is always hot on the Avenida del Huesos,it’s always the day of the dead.The storefronts wear masks.Every taxi is a hearse.Every man is an undertaker.Starch your shirt and straighten you tie.All the families of the dead wail down the narrow street,they demand our respect.Our sons and daughters walk lonely,their ghosts trying to carry their bones back to their mothers,but the Generals have cut off their hands.Look!Here come the Generals and the politicianspassing through alleyshidden in shadows.They’re dumping bones,but they never walk the long avenue,they never walk El Avenida del Huesos.Walk close my friend and stay near,the bones of the dead are angry,tired and forgotten,and so far from home. Written August 25th, 2001 © on Aug 24 2001 08:26 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Come take a walk with me down the avenue of bones,walk closethe street is narrow and crowded with ghosts,the bones of those trying to get home.The alley sweats.It is always hot on the Avenida del Huesos,it’s always the day of the dead.The storefronts wear masks.Every taxi is a hearse.Every man is an undertaker.Starch your shirt and straighten you tie.All the families of the dead wail down the narrow street,they demand our respect.Our sons and daughters walk lonely,their ghosts trying to carry their bones back to their mothers,but the Generals have cut off their hands.Look!Here come the Generals and the politicianspassing through alleyshidden in shadows.They’re dumping bones,but they never walk the long avenue,they never walk El Avenida del Huesos.Walk close my friend and stay near,the bones of the dead are angry,tired and forgotten,and so far from home...."