Eulogy
You must speak not only of great devastation—
we heard that not from a philosopher
but from our neighbor, Alfonso—
his eyes closed, he climbed other people’s porches and recited
to his child our National Anthem:
You must speak not only of great devastation—
when his child cried, he
made her a newspaper hat and squeezed his silence
like two pleats of an accordion:
We must speak not only of great devastation—
and he played that accordion out of tune in a country
where the only musical instrument is the door.
from Deaf Republic
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