Tracking for Sign

NACLA poetry series from CantoMundo's event "Ferguson/Ayotzinapa: CantoMundo Poets Read and Respond."

December 28, 2014

Rosebud Ben-Oni

On December 15, New York's Loisaida Center hosted a poetry reading in which current and former fellows of the national Latina/o poets workshop CantoMundo read from their work in solidarity with ongoing protests and mobilizations in and around Ferguson, Missouri, and the College of Ayotzinapa in Iguala, Mexico. NACLA is publishing a series from the event.


In the bodies of electric fences

                        That still sing

            I am somewhere

                                                Deserts have claimed

Good evening sir I am a sixth




in how are you this evening no I live here


for years

my brother


 a gardener                  a war


hurricane                     factory


wiped out


most of our family      I’m sorry I’m                           not sure




you say


I’m fitting


Why                I’m harmless


as hello kitty                            nothing


to conceal                    I instagram


warrior poses   my hoodie


is bright pink               I know


the silent letters          


never join                                the fun


and then make it all                 weird                                       say every year


is my year                    say                   just today       


 I was elected commissioner


of a fantasy  football league                           sir I’m sorry


That’s an old address


I hang at the halls of justice


I’m a super friend

in a shared universe


Vigilante no

I’m your flex player


I’d strip a new skin

before I allow interception



No I don’t get involved no I’m


gainfully employed


in the land of a thousand dances



Yes sir it’s getting late let’s say


If there’s a lockout and no more


Yellow brick road



And my word


sand and wind                        good evening sir



Let’s get down to it



I’ve come for my brother


I’ve walked all night for him



I am the unburied dreams of this desert


This desert fed the power lines


of so many fallen cities

Born to a Mexican mother and Jewish father, Rosebud Ben-Oni is a CantoMundo Fellow and the author of SOLECISM (Virtual Artists Collective, 2013). Her work has appeared in POETRY, The American Poetry Review, Arts & Letters, Bayou, Puerto del Sol, among other publications, with more work forthcoming. Rosebud is an Editorial Advisor for VIDA: Women in Literary Arts; find out more about her at

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