POETRY: Marie Mason, Garen Zakarian, Richard “Albizu” Romero
To be a Cloud
BY GAREN ZAKARIAN
I’d like to be a cloud
I’d like to think like clouds
sudden and clear
I’d like to feel like clouds,
pure, weightless and needed
come and go
I’d like to breathe like clouds
way up there, above
beneath and in-between
I’d like to be
The Gray Wall
BY GAREN ZAKARIAN
Cold gray wall of gray cold cell
Mute cohabitant and witness
Gray chronicle of my spells and prayers
Stoic ignorant companion
Can’t get rid of him
Covering my face to forget
the unjust suffering of those that came before
I’d like to peel back the layers
uncover all those songs and chantings
that have echoed from your surface.
Your ignorance plays racquetball
with my persistent pleas
Your indifference and muteness squeeze my skull
like water does below three meters to a diver
But a diver has a choice – and I do not.
I bury my fingernails deep into the layers
in search of what’s been there
beneath the gray, before my time
What other colors How many When
The cold gray wall in a gray cold cell
The monument to memories unknown
to books unwritten, to stories untold
What a waste you are, gray prison wall.
Garen Zakarian is an Armenian, with family in both the U.S. and his homeland. He has been in federal prison for over 19 years.
Editor’s note: Garen Zakarian writes some interesting and thoughtful poetry, but primarily he is a painter, an accomplished artist. Three areas in which his work is particularly noteworthy are his portraiture, abstract art and work as a colorist. You can see a wide array of his work by going to zakarianart.com. Zakarian, or Zak as he is known to many people, is a friend of political prisoners and 4SM. He has contributed some of his work to progressive and revolutionary projects.
BY RICHARD “ALBIZU” ROMERO
Accept your Destiny
And let us ride into the night
And if fate wills that we fall
Then for the cause we give our life
Raise your regal brow
And with honor and dignity let us stand
Take up arms against the whirlwind
For Freedom, Equality, and Justice we demand
Revolutionaries never die
Our soul is an eternal flame
And gunfire salvos erupt the silent night
To do away our chains
Vengeance will be our victory
As we march below insurgent stars
And the world will tremble at our roar
Vanguard of the oppressed near and far
Stand up young soldier
And for the Revolution let us fight
And in death we shall find eternal life
In our revolutionary night.
This poem was written for all my Puerto Rican brothers and sisters who have yet made the commitment to fight for the liberation of our beloved nation from yankee domination; in hopes that one day their eyes will be opened and the inexhaustible pride of the Borikua will compel their feet to march. It was also written in the memory of our late beloved leader Don Filiberto Ojeda Ríos and so many other of our fearless and patriotic kin who have committed the ultimate sacrifice of offering their lives for the nation, such as the great brothers Oscar López Rivera and Norberto Gonzalez Claudio. The sacrifices were not in vain. ¡Viva Puerto Rico Libre!
BY MARIE MASON
Hushed and heavy
Like water near the Ocean’s floor,
Then loud and bitter,
Like fractious storms lashing the sky
Everything cement and nerves
And too many years gone by…
The heart requires a place to rest
From all its maddened wanderings
The raft of the Medusa tossed
And trembling in the sea.
Or just this table here
And you across from me,
A sunlit sail
And I this aching castaway.
I cannot touch you – it is not allowed.
Our eyes hold
Hanging onto words
Until a hand falls upon the back
The narrow hall, the clanking keys
The door, the cell