...because there is more yet to come

This is absolutely GORGEOUS prose poetry:

"In Shadow's windowless little room, the clock is the only way to
tell day from night. It is always early morning. Shadow now prepares
to return to the shadows who gave birth to him and who sustains him.
He takes stock and recounts. His broken heart, covered in scars and
patches, repositions itself. He casts out anchors and unfurls the
sails. He carries another country stuck to his feet, his skin, his
ears and his gaze. He carries a pain and a rage that do not fit into
the words of every language. In the mountains of the Mexican
southwest, the collective brown heart who leads is waiting to receive
a response that it has known for centuries: it is time for dawn to
break, as it does naturally, meaning with pain and with rage. Shadow
knows what he will hear from the brown mountain who guides him.
Soothing the pain and giving hope to the rage, the mountain will say,
in an ancestral tongue: 'Do not worry too much, do not be afraid; the
heart of our Patria is not sad, because there is more yet to come.'"

The hour has arrived. We will be who we are, but also better.

It is time to wake up.


Subcomandante Insurgente Marcos
Sixth Commission of the EZLN, Delegate Zero
Mexico, December, 2006

Full article with picture at http://www.marxsite.com/Dzero1.html
(thanks to friend, Mark, for this)