News at Eleven: Instead, Juan's body was discovered bound

and gagged near the family's home in Cuernavaca, an hour's drive from Mexico City. Javier was at a conference in the Philippines at the time; when he heard the news, he says, he sat and smoked an entire packet of cigarettes. By the time he stubbed out the last one, he had made a decision: he would ensure that Juan's death would be the springboard for a people's protest against the drugs violence. "It's a war that isn't being won by anyone, and Mexico's families are paying a terrible price for it," he says.

After Juan's funeral--at which he read his final poem--Javier told his friends, "Poetry doesn't exist in me any more."

from The Guardian: Javier Sicilia: 'I have no more poetry in me'

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