June 3rd, 2011 by Deborah K. Kelly



For the Mexican poet, Javier Sicilia, on his March for Peace and Justice
following the assassination of his son. And for the healing of Casa Mexico.


The poet leads the demonstration,
silently, on his feet.

Three days they walked together
in a solitude of hundreds,
who gave words between shudders
– ni uno mas-of grief.

From the high green mountains
to the valley of volcanoes
hundreds became millions walking,
walking as pilgrims in a labyrinth
through Mexico’s streets.

There, in the great plaza,
the poet opened his voice to Casa Mexico
as a father at bedtime prayers
with his only child.

His rosary dangled on his chest.
So much weight, so much on a string of beads.
A heart placed in its crux hears and holds,
with room for our crimes, our petty altruisms
and our interims of beauty.

The poet walks.
Several million are walking,
and with our footsteps, words sway,
as our pendulum over the earth:
– paz y justica con dignidad,
Peace and Justice with Dignity.


[Translations: ni uno mas: not one more.
paz, justica y dignidad: peace, justice and dignity.]

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2 Responses to “Marcha”

  1. Sarah Martin says:

    You are a treasure. I have hope when I read your incredible poems….deep sorrow, but any time you speak and write a truth, it matters. I look forward to seeing you again my dear Deborah.

  2. gayle stephens says:

    i love your poem Deborah and especially these lines…

    “…Casa Mexico
    as a father at bedtime prayers
    with his only child.””

    thank you!


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