Too Many Mexican Poets! |
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Mexico
has too many poets!
Ay
caramba!
Pouring over the border,
Hiding
their bebes inside their sombreros, Carrying bombs inside their tortillas --
Mariachi
bands exploding everywhere!
They
want we will say,
El
camion esta tarde
(The
bus, it is late);
Or,
maybe,
No
tengo los zapatos
(I
have not the shoes);
And,
Mi
hermano espera en la casa por el rio
(My
brother waits in the house by the river);
And,
even,
La
sangre llora en sus heridas (The blood cries in his wounds).
They
are stealing our jobs!
(Never
mind those we shipped overseas!)
They
are stealing our land!
(Never
mind first we stole it from them!)
They
are stealing our heritage!
(No
longer can we take pride in
The
Red Man’s Holocaust,
Slavery, Hiroshima, Vietnam, Iraq!)
Let’s
dance round the gravestones on
El
Dia de los Muertos!
Let’s
eat sugar candy
In the
shape of our skulls.
What
is this fear of ending and becoming?
The
death throes of an old empire
Spur
the birth pangs of a new nation:
Viva! Viva
Los
Estados Unidos de las Americas!
All
poets will sing in their singular voices,
Por
amor, por libertad! Slowly, but surely, we will kiss a new language --
The
daughter of English, the daughter of Spanish,
She
will wear silver earrings
Like
crescent-shaped moons,
And a
black lace mantilla over her hair.
Por los indios, por los negros, y todos los otros --
She
will weep and remember, weep and recall
Lost
chants and lost battles, songs in the redwoods,
Songs
in the mountains on whippoorwill wings
Till
warrior spirits shout through our lungs:
Vivamos! Vivamos! In peace on this land.
Gary Corseri’s articles, poems, fiction and dramas have appeared at CounterPunch, Common Dreams, Dissident Voice, the New York Times, Village Voice, City Lights Review, Redbook, PBS-Atlanta and elsewhere. He has taught in public schools, prisons and universities, published two novels and two collections of poems, worked as an editor, busboy, grape-picker in Australia, gas station attendant, etc. He can be reached at: corseri@verizon.net. Other Articles and Poems by Gary Corseri
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