robertisenberg

The Border

In Uncategorized on July 17, 2009 at 12:56 am

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Where Mexico invited us,

los Estados Unidos barricade us out.

 

Hours die

as our peasant caravan

growls forward,

breaded in dust

and fried by evening sun,

while swine

in navy uniforms

hulk between

the side-view mirrors

spying every face

with aryan eyes,

their muzzled pinschers

starved for flesh to rip.

 

Our guard stretches

a sinewy smile

and waves us through

with an umpire’s flourish—

we melt toward San Diego,

through the desert,

the wind whistling

in this cemetery

of prayers

so rarely

kept

alive.

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