NEWSPAPER EXODUSA 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 .