Child's Soul In EL Salvador?

I align my stare

To virgin mountain peaks

And frothing skies

Near the shore of the fire

That we must cross

To reach the land

where we will become

apparitions with contemptuous hearts

where we will become

connoisseurs of evening news crime waves

We will pretend to feel blissful

As we move from the hunger-scarring slums

Into neighborhoods with body bag stores

Leaving the land I was born in

I realize in an icy sweat

That I will never close my eyes here again

That I will never let these winds lull me to sleep

Or see those paralyzing stars

as I grasp on the shoulder of giant hills

Or dive headfirst into the endless waterfalls

That eased my indecent poverty

with crashing harmony and raucous

wetness

I will never hold hands with innocence again

I wonder if the spirit left by my departure

Is still a being haunting the many levels of night

Wandering alone on the muddy hills

and hoping for the return of my flesh

I still remember

As we eased our bodies against the current

Violently rocking us to the new land

When I turned my eyes towards my eventual past

And thought in a rather symphonic manner

That this land will never feel the pressure of my feet

Against its strange mountainous rocks

Nor will I ever feel its violent sun

Eat away at my youthful shoulder blades