may day

a day of many sirens
buses crashing
into brick walls

passing one another
on the road, dialogues
across dotted lines,

a day of communiques
to long-since seen
friends and family.

these days linger on
beyond the walls
of sleep, beyond

the satin of sheets
against which and
sandwiched by their

where is castro
on these once
celebrated days?

raul has certainly
wrested full grasp
while fidel rests

in peace.