To Pablo Neruda(1904-1973)

So they killed you Pablo

took a few months or perhaps a year

from an old man fearing what you would say

out there in exile again

racing against death and dictatorship

So they killed you Pablo

they killed you

but here you are still

living in millions of hearts

on pages uncounted

we feel your heartbeat

your voice rising like the tide

on the shore of the Pacific

immortal enduring

sending still lovers into embrace

revolutionaries onto streets

engraving the fallen into collective memory

of the people

06.11.2015