For My Brother I Will Not Meet
For my brother I will not meet
End your curiosity if you can
Our worlds are great distances apart
Let us take refuge in our desolate sky
For my brother of La Isla Grande
Your struggles are mine and the sea
At which you swear with great contempt
Will one day carry me to you
My brother from the mountain
From the Guama River, del campo,
Man of hoyos and magotes, I love you
Like mothers love children,
But I spite you in my sleep
The idol and image is flawed
I will not love such a thing.
Thus my heart is reserved for the flesh and
For the sky that watches you, for the peace
of nights that unclench men's fists
For the wine that spills and the tobacco that perfumes the air
For my brother I will not meet
We are all the same, look to your neighbor and see me
Work long days in the sun and drink rum with me
Strum a guitar like the Mariachis and tell stories
of the sea among tough men
My brother, take a white rose, breath in it's aroma
Give it to the ocean
In memory of you my brother
From a world unbeknown to me,
Let us take refuge in our desolate sky
And be content knowing
That when God sees us, we see each other.
poem by Robert Beckerman
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