Selected Poems and Literary Works

A Flower

 Carlos Jose Guadamuz


There is a flower in my cell.
I found it alone in a corner
as if being punished
It burst the hard floor
of cement and stone.
It broke the taboo
of being born in a cell.
I saw no bird come in
to deposit the seed.
No one made a furrow
to sprout it in,
not a raindrop to make it bloom.
So it was born,
alone, in a favorable corner,
aided by no one.

With it, already the cell
     isn’t a cell.
It’s now a garden,
a garden of one solitary rose,
my incarcerated rose:
a political prisoner.