Pablo used to tell me
stories about people
disappearing
in the middle of the night,
being ***** & pillaged,
cut up for body-parts.

And I used to think
he was just
a crazy old Latin man,
'till I perused
the ******
eyewitness accounts
of the horrors
he must have endured.

They left me reflective,
sickened
& wondering why
we think
we have it so rough.