Lamentations 2:14 -- Derived

Lamentations 2:14

                         The visions of your prophets were false and worthless;

                     They did not expose your sin to ward off your captivity.

                                         The oracles they gave you were false and misleading

Siete días

Con siete noches

Listen

Echoes from barrels

Call my name

I see ghostly dark

Cane fields

In this solitude

Lost paths

Taking me                                                                        

To known places

Caminando

Y caminando

A dark

Solitary hallway                                             

Hanging from purple

Hallowed frames

Take me

To a lamenting

Choir        “Salamalekum”

Y no encuentro

Una limosna

Night and sky is

Transformed with sweat,

Tears and rum

Mix

Their skin

Into a black

Starlit veil

Para el viejo

Babalu Aye

And naked, cement bricks

Stained by rain

Raise invisible walls

Breathe out

Fragmented

Battle grounds

Worn out by

The tan-tan’s

Never-ending dance