There is a monument on the main avenue of Mexico City.
There are many monuments on this avenue. Towering golden angels. Avenue spawning edifices.
This is not one of those.
This looks like an almost crowd-funded circle of 12 ft cement dividers painted green.
Gloria de las y los Desaparecidos
Ricardo Arturo Lagunes Gasca.
Antonio Verastugal Gonzalez.
Antonio Diaz Valencia.
A circle of disappeared holding hands
Desaparecidos
Desaparecidos
Smaller photos of the disappeared scatter the walls.
Babies. Niñas. Men with mustaches.
Painted butterflies and roses wishing them peace.
The circle of disappeared holding hands continues.
Glorieta de las y los Desaparecidos
The day’s traffic passes by.
Buses, motorcycle delivery men, the cry of sirens, suits on bikes, street sweepers.
The canopy of the jungle in a bustling metropolis
Mexicanas in skirts
An accordion plays
A moped peppers by
A mile-long line to take a ride
Glorieta de las y los Desaparecidos
A circle of disappeared holding hands.
Working people in traffic
Their own days full of grind
And now this to keep in mind
Who will stop to notice?
