April 2005
I.
Afternoon again swirls
with clouds low
smothering Pichincha*
& thunder rumbles
down gullied slopes
Into the centuries-
old plazas
II.
The new evening pulsed
with lightning
& more demonstrations
All that remain
beneath the hazy
crescent moon
Are the armored police
teargas canisters, air still acrid
& smoldering debris fires
Banners hang from the cathedral
vigilers sit on candlelit steps
& on a street corner
a greyed woman preaches
the Apocalypse
III.
Another night dawns
heavy grey nimbus
anemic-blood-tinged
The town center eerie
guarded by cloud-
Camouflaged soldiers beyond
coils of concertina
IV.
The week passes
with rains & the rumbles
of people in the streets
From the north barrios
& from the south
Marching, chanting, beating pots
through the toxic clouds
V.
& one day
they march again
echoing through this valley
& that day
they break the barriers
pull concertina aside
Flooding the plaza
declaring a new independence
As the president flees
copter chopping the thundering sky
& then the rain breaks
to wash away the teargas
& ashes of fires
*Pichincha — The volcano upon whose slopes Quito is built
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Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her work appears in over 250 journals on six continents, and 18 collections of poetry including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Escape to the Sea (Origami Poems Project, 2021). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. In 2011, the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada honored her verse. Caputo has done over 200 literary readings, from Alaska to the Patagonia. She travels through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels at: www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer and https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.
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