By Adolf Alzuphar


This time

She’s dead


Body found

Use of hands lost

Use of arms lost

Use of legs lost

Use of mind lost

Use of ears

Use of lungs

Use of heart

Use of feet


So, what’s to happen to

The flowerful dress worn for two centuries

That way to cook without cutting down a tree

What happens

To the hummingbird huitzitzilin


Hawks above

Mayan in Mexico

Mexican in white-ville


Mean each other

On one side she’s to sit quiet

On the other calmly leave

What a tragedy



Or better yet

With fear

We disappear

She once said

With a laugh.

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