Poem -- Hope by Ariel Dorfman

[tangel]

My son has been
missing
since May 8
of last year

They took him
just for a few hours
they said
just for routine
questioning

After the car left,
the car with no license plate,
we couldn't

find out

anything else
about him.

But now things have changed.

We hear from a companero
who got out
that five months later
they were torturing him
in Villa Grimaldi,
at the end of September
they were questioning him
in the red house
that belonged to the Grimaldis.

They said they recognized
his voice his scream
they say.

Someone tell me frankly
what times are these
what kind of world
what country?
What I'm asking is
how can it be
that a father's
joy
a mother's
joy
is knowing
that they
that they are still
torturing
their son?


Which means
that he was alive
five months later
and our greatest
hope
will be to find out
next year
that they are still torturing him
eight months later

and he may might could
still be alive

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From Ariel Dorfman
"Last Waltz in Santiago"