Godzilla in Mexico

"Listen to this, my son: the bombs fell
over Ciudad de Mexico
but no one noticed.
The air carried the poison throughout
streets and through open windows.
You just had had your lunch and were watching
cartoons on the tv.
I was reading in the room next door when I knew
we were about to die.
Despite dizziness and nausea I crawled to the
dinning room and found you lying on the floor.
We hugged. You asked me what is happening 
and I didn't say we where on death's program
but rather that we were about to start a trip,
one more, together, and that you shouldn't fear.
When she left, Death didn't even
close our eyes.
What are we? You asked a week or a year later,
ants, bees, wrong figures in
chance's rotten soup?
We are human beings, my son, almost birds,
public and secret heroes."

--Roberto Bolaño