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three poems

 

400 PUEBLOS
 

We gather as seabirds
rank on rank
eyes sharp with weather
to wheel and caw    to spit
his name on the cobbles
our skin the brown dirt of
campesino furrows    the devil
covering our genitals
 
On a corner of the Zócalo
the women stand naked
balancing on rusted oil drums
defiant in protest    calling
calling across Tenochtitlan's
wide compass
 
I am camping out in the ruins
of sleep    plaza of the immortals
where the living and the dead
meet in spirit    an almanac
of the four hundred
points of faith    my teeth
are miniature adults
weeping

 


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