‘Maybe We Have Time’ extract 2

’’We never knew whose it was,

the blood that shrouded us,

we made endless accusations,

endlessly we were accused.

They suffered, we suffered,

and when at last they won 

and we also won,

truth was already dead

of violence or old age.

Now there is nothing to do.

we all lost the battle.

And so I think that maybe 

at last we could be just 

or at last we could simply be.

We have this final moment,

and then forever 

for not being, for not coming back.”

 (from ‘Maybe We Have Time ’ by Pablo Neruda -

from  ‘Isla Negra’  translated by Alastair Reid)