“No wound hurts”
By Irma Pineda
Translated By Wendy Call
No wound hurts
like the silence
of those who watch our flesh sliced open
listen, resigned, to the crunch of bones
and to show that they care
mop up the spilled blood
so that it won’t dirty the dawn
Translated from the Isthmus Zapotec and Spanish
Notes:
Read the Isthmus Zapotec-langauge version by Irma Pineda. Read the Spanish-language version by Irma Pineda. Read the note on this poem by Wendy Call.
Source: Poetry (February 2022)