Everybody to sleep the guard symbolizes <br />on his late night tour of the tombs. <br />When he leaves, after counting still bodies <br />wrapped in white sheets, when he goes, <br /> <br />the bodies slowly move, in solitary ritual, <br />counting lost days, mounting memories, <br />numbering like sand grains <br />the winds drag over high mountains <br />to their lonely deaths; like elephants <br />they go bury themselves <br />under dreamlike waterfalls, <br />in the silence.<br /><br />Jimmy Santiago Baca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/count-time/
