eyes lined with Oxhuacan water
trapped inside blistering
peeling walls
dripping coldwater basin
no toilet,
first constipation
then the runs
all day long
revengeful dreams playing in his head
northamerican monster moneymachine
gobbling up darkskinned niñas
offering firewater and syphilis
stranded in this pueblo
stomach bloated with halazone water
now scared from his culture
how ghastly
Cortez’s sins
for los indios to still fear
those pathetic Spanish missionaries
how ghastly
to sprint barefoot
and backwards,
across vengeful fields
of manure and shard
Zamora, Michoacán, Mexico, 1980