I'll start with a poem called "A Poem for The Government,"
sort of in honor of our new bombing.
The poet as mentioned in the poem is Miguel Hernandez.
He was a great Spanish poet, who Franco in prison
and then died very young, I think around 30 years old
of tuberculosis in jail.
"This poem is an onion.
It's the same one Miguel Hernandez's wife wrote him
about in jail before he died.
That there was nothing else for her
and the baby to eat except onions.
So he wrote a lullaby for the child about onions.
I awoke from being a child, don't you awake.
Don't even know what happens or what goes on.
This poem is an onion for you Mr. Old Men,
because I want tears from you now
and can't see how else to get them.
I want tears for Miguel now, for the poor people
and their children.
And for the kids you hate going around,
cunt frontwards full of carrying on
and bad shit like mercy and despair.
I offer this, because everything else with life and tenderness
in it, you've eaten.
Everything good in the world eaten, everything in my heart
eaten.
The poor eaten, the babies eaten.
Miguel eaten, now eat this.
This is one onion.
Your history and legacy.
It is all there is in our lives, this and tears.
Eat this."