By Guillermo Ramírez
—You haven’t even gone, and I already miss you
How great you came to be
A greatness which had no equal
You were the envy of many—or—
But everything comes to an end and your end came
Your ego was so grand that you came to
Trample the most weak.
Your arrogance was so great that all
Wished you had never existed—or—or—
The hate that you bred was so vast that no one
Was sorry when you left.
Today I would give everything
To see you again as you once were—
Now that you have gone, I have come to miss you
In my happiest moments—or—or—or—or—
Nothing will be the same after you. Others
Will come, but no one will compare to you.
Upon perishing your glory went with you
And you will always be remembered
Like the brightest lights—or—or—or—
Happy days will come
So that those you oppressed, now free,
Will celebrate your departure—nothing lasts forever,
You began to think that you were eternal,
And that was your error.
Now that you have gone, melancholy invades our thoughts
The king is dead, long live the king!
Art: San Francisco Murals. Valencia and Clarion street.
Photography: Maria Pia Kirk Berastain
Poet: Day Laborer
Translation: Stephanie Wells