Death’s night won’t come gently
we are shipwrecked in a sea of pain
no one should stay silent
because our cries will be the woodpecker
hammering your memory
man in green
And when you try to close your eyes
you will hear my ancestors’ voices
piercing your peace
—
From Stolen Flower by Irma Pineda, translated by Wendy Call. To be published by Yale University Press in the Margellos World Republic of Letters series in November 2025. Reproduced by permission.