beside the migrant

echoed his rage

while locked

between rows of cotton

slept under cardboard

in urine soaked alleys

while rats shuttled

through garbage cans

stood on a hill

under a dome of stars

and hurled poetry

at the moon

while the wind

knifed through trees

cursed the cold

embrace of darkness

the gypsy woman

with kisses of fire

her large ebony eyes

cried out to you

to carry her beyond

rivers of loneliness

past mountains

of sorrows

and make love to her

in a valley of graves

while birds sing