October 14, 2011

THE BORDER



In the blue borderland sky

A pair of black crows


Sweeping low

Moving in one synchronized faith

Every turn, considered

Every twist, measured

An invisible instant passes amid

the language linking their bodies

watching them watching us watching them



¡Ahora somos libres!

Thick brown ribbon of bifurcation

unfurls its desire from the banks of the Rio Grande

and slithers into the Pacific Ocean

Broken now only by cold concrete obelisks

Where Juan declared his love for Esther with a sharpie marker

Where Angel Cruz left everything behind

Where history entreats itself for forgiveness

and draws a sharp breath

and shuts its eyes

an instant before

it hurls more broken bodies across the line

Where ragged backpacks instead of shrines

Where plastic bottle instead of chalice

Where Highway 10 instead of sacrament

¡Ahora somos libres!



In the blue borderland sky

A pair of predator drones

Sweeping low

Moving in one synchronized faith

Every turn, considered

Every twist, measured

An invisible instant passes amid

the language linking their bodies

watching them watching us watching them



chris galanis

10/11/2011





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