MARIPOSA ST., L.A.
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
lost
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
Borders
Mean each other
On one side she’s to sit quiet
On the other calmly leave
What a tragedy
Inanimate
Or better yet
With fear
We disappear
She once said
With a laugh.
