The Stan Iverson
Memorial Library, Infoshop & Archives
The Stan Iverson
Memorial Library, Infoshop & Archives
PACOSEight people lean over a wall looking down
twenty feet to the shallow Mapocho River
where a man's body lies half-covered by water.Behind the eight people are trees,, the bronze
bust of an Argentine poet & the law school
of the University of Chile. The man in the riverwears a white shirt, dark pants & sprawls
as if sleeping while water riffles his hair.
This is a photograph from the coup or golpe,meaning also hit or shock -- just one death
from thirty thousand. Each day, nine years later,
I ride the bus past this place. When did hisfamily begin to worry? Now in late summer,
the Mapacho is hardly a trickle, a narrow
sewer, where vegetable vendors throw theirspoiled tomatoes, where you sometimes see
a dead dog or broken shopping cart.
When this man was growing up, what plansdid his father have for him? At the corner
is where candy salesmen wait to clamber
aboard the buses to sell peanuts, mints,chewing gum for ten pesos. What does it mean
to commit an irrevocable act, to kill
someone, to steal a thing you can't give back?Four blocks away stands the American consulate,
four blocks in another direction is the house
of Pablo Neruda -- both were close enoughto hear the shot that killed this man.
And how did he die? Was he a communist
or right wing spy shot by mistake? Whatelectric fillip in the cerebral cortex
justified the erasure of this man? Perhaps
he was a law student who thought he couldmake it home after curfew, run the two or
three short blocks through the dark. After
a while, it becomes a joke to kill someone,the ultimate comic act, the extreme slip
on the final banana. After a while, it's
the fun we all take part in. A policemansaw him running, followed him with the sights
of his rifle & suddenly the young man
was doing somersaults. When did his friendsbegin to miss him? Did he have a girl friend?
Did he have sisters & brothers? Some days I
walk back through Forrestal Park by the river --watching the lovers sitting on park benches.
Every twenty feet there's another statue
of another famous man. Policemen or pacospatrol the sidewalk two by two -- pacos being
the rude name I break the law by using,
which originally meant a leather bagof water. How long did he lie in the river?
How long did he stay in the morgue before
his family found him? It would take at leasttwo policemen to lift him -- one at the feet,
one at the shoulders -- to heave him over the wall.
How they must have laughed at such a crazy splash.
— Stephen Dobyns, poet/novelist
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