In our minds we sing:
We shall dance to the crescendo of echoes of our heartbeats
Reverberating strings of a bass within us
Backing the orchestra of desire
As we rise above mountain peaks to peer at the valleys of love
Tame wild sounds into songs of hope
But it is only a dream
Weak of body and spirit
Ravaged by rain and hunger
Noises of flapping cardboard boxes advertising
Leading American companies in our “squatter camp”
How can we dance?
How can we make love?