with its cable coiling around it,
bows to me.
I walk up to it,
open my eyes
That’s right, I open my mouth wide
and begin my story.
I speak too softly,
that I am practically mumbling,
that they can’t hear
the screams piercing.
like a rotten cantaloupe.
I have not managed
to forcefully convey the pitiless rage
of the cattle prod.
They say that in matters such as this
nothing must be left
to the imagination or to doubt.
I take out
the Amnesty report
and begin speaking through that ink.
I urge: “Read.”
I, in my turn, coil around
my bowing accomplice,
I urge action as a prescription,
information as an infallible antidote
and, one every knot is untied,
I recite my verses.
I resist. I am whole.
(Copyright 1992 by Alicia Partnoy. Reprinted from “Revenge of the Apple – Venganza de la manzana,” published by Cleis Press, with permission from Alicia Partnoy. Translated by Richard Schaaf, Regina Kreger and Alicia Partnoy.)