Hispanic sonnet, or White names

A Black off-duty policeman told me,
“We christened our children White
Names so they’ll have equal chance.”
I wanted to ask him, But what happens
After the big reveal? I wanted to tell him,
But sir, the fickle gods will not save them.
Wanted to tell him, Word up, officer, that’s
Foolproof strategy. Me, I nodded and
Smiled. If you grew up fond of your
Name, perhaps this poem isn’t for you.
Perhaps on scientific levels everything’s
Connected and yet a most utopian
Expression is all-inclusive. As in:
If we each die alone, loneliness is all-inclusive.

Which it is. It is. And so slow dancing remains a dream.

Alex Z. Salinas lives in San Antonio, Texas. He is the author of two full-length poetry collections, WARBLES and DREAMT, or The Lingering Phantoms of Equinox, both from Hekate Publishing. His poems, short fiction and op-eds have appeared in various print and electronic publications. He holds an M.A. in English Literature and Language from St. Mary’s University. Read other articles by Alex Z..