My weight in stones depends
upon how many topple
onto my head.
I pick one up, throw it.
Today encapuchados are throwing stones
at the police, who throw
stones that make you
shut your eyes tight
pray for a lemon to suck on
and stones to throw.
They glint like an empty space.
Someone picks up a stone,
throws it. There's nothing left.
Nothing there,
even to fill, but stones.
Note: encapuchados are kids who put on ski masks or scarves and throw stones and shit at the police when riots break out during protests. Sept 11th is the commemoration of the overthrowing of the socialist gov't in Chile, and there are LOTS of protests.
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