NEWSPAPER EXODUS
A taste of burnt bushes in the air Moses
put off your shoes on holy ground
where the street dogs roam
one image to rule them
all doves
fluttering in the morning
by the cement passageway
to work
crossing between houses
past the woman sweeping
her sidewalk
"my children have never known
a lawn to play on..."
mis hijos mis hijos
¿ ya donde podais ir ?
my children, my children
where can you go now?
The weeping goddess in the night
another howling dog
outside the cryogenic
factory, frozen nitrogen
maquiladora
beyond these
half abandoned gurneys, dried blood
on neighborhood streets, chalk circles
from police bullet marks, broken vials
dusty trash where are you now...?
Moses precious verses, delicate feathers,
bittersweet emerald snake, rivers of
jade sewage, the cultural dumping
ground smelling salt self .
Pillars of smoke rise up by day
from blazing rubber tires
in my mind
and once, twice in periodical
flesh .