One day
the apolitical intellectuals
of my country
will be interrogated
by the simplest of our people.
They will be asked
what they did
when their nation
died out slowly,
like a sweet fire small and alone.
No one will ask them
about their dress,
their long siestas after lunch,
no one will want to know
about their sterile combats
with "the idea of the nothing"
no one will care
about their higher financial learning.
They won't be questioned
on Greek mythology, or
regarding their self-disgust
when someone within them
begins to die the coward's death.
They'll be asked nothing
about their absurd justifications,
born in the shadow of the total life.
On that day the simple men will come.
Those who had no place
in the books and poems
of the apolitical intellectuals,
but daily delivered
their bread and milk,
their tortillas and eggs,
those who drove their cars,
who cared for their dogs and gardens
and worked for them,
and they'll ask:
"What did you do when the poor suffered,
when tenderness and life burned out of them?"
Apolitical intellectuals of my sweet country,
you will not be able to answer.
A vulture of silence will eat your gut.
Your own misery will pick at your soul.
And you will be mute in your shame.
~ Otto Rene Castillo
will be interrogated
by the simplest of our people.
They will be asked
what they did
when their nation
died out slowly,
like a sweet fire small and alone.
No one will ask them
about their dress,
their long siestas after lunch,
no one will want to know
about their sterile combats
with "the idea of the nothing"
no one will care
about their higher financial learning.
They won't be questioned
on Greek mythology, or
regarding their self-disgust
when someone within them
begins to die the coward's death.
They'll be asked nothing
about their absurd justifications,
born in the shadow of the total life.
On that day the simple men will come.
Those who had no place
in the books and poems
of the apolitical intellectuals,
but daily delivered
their bread and milk,
their tortillas and eggs,
those who drove their cars,
who cared for their dogs and gardens
and worked for them,
and they'll ask:
"What did you do when the poor suffered,
when tenderness and life burned out of them?"
Apolitical intellectuals of my sweet country,
you will not be able to answer.
A vulture of silence will eat your gut.
Your own misery will pick at your soul.
And you will be mute in your shame.
~ Otto Rene Castillo
