On Roque Dalton

Have you heard of him? I hadn't until today
When my thoughts were filled with you
And my limbs refused to surrender
To the relentless force of the tyrant inside.

I followed a link, one that started with
Another, that led me to him and his story,
Like a pumpkin vine that twisted and coiled
Across the planet, it could have led me nowhere.

And yet I found him and I thought of the danger
That poets find, and the danger they create,
How tyranny cannot accommodate them. 
All this at the start of day when my thoughts

Were filled with you and how I wanted you
To read the exact same words I was reading,
To feel the exact same sadness and to rail
With me at all the tyrants: men, Gods, pain.