translated from the Spanish by Thomas Rothe
Useless to look north and
useless to look south.
The cracked sky copies
the cracked earth.
Pressure on the tree contaminates
a forest beyond sight.
Nests fall like dry leaves.
Peeled eggs
are no window onto life.
A rainstorm of darts.
Migrant flocks
drag their defeathered bodies.
This is when I swallow my words.
A brazos cruzados
Es inútil que mire hacia el norte y
mire hacia el sur.
El cielo agrietado copia
la tierra agrietada.
El árbol contagia su estrés
a un bosque que no vemos.
Nidos caen como hojas secas.
Huevos descascarados
no son una ventana a la vida.
Lluvia de dardos.
Bandadas migrantes
se arrastran desplumados.
Esta es una hora en que me trago las palabras.
Copyright © 2026 by Elvira Hernández, translated by Thomas Rothe. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 21, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.