-- for the 43 Ayotzinapa normalistas and all disappeared
I.
Ask me again why I am here
with this pine, this wild oyamel,
their great succulence of reason
You, machine lyric
and State, every state,
maker of rules and so outside them
You, hard blue evenings
with mass emergencies buried
inside them, like me
Your answers endlessly insufficient-
the mayor and his wife, smiling
waving pinkies, waving dollar bills
Sweet water pouring
into the mind of a cardboard box
The verification of empty
II.
Dear sir, the angle of civilization
the angle of your civilization is too steep
I am speaking certain words and not others
Light rises along my spine
This mountain is a white bone
This republic, a one-note instrument
The president-like a president-deciding
is this one as human?
A forest of marigolds between our knees
"Mexicanos, ¿Cuando piensas arder?
¿Cuando el desaparecido salga de tu casa?"
Our altars coated with sugar
no place outside the economy of war
When the pan is all gone we will take leave
a parade of ripples with a snake's purpose
This last remittance will cover the cost
if not I will send more, tied to an eagle
The earth is filled with exceptions-
43, a number, so many numbers
I feel around my dark hold
in search of light switch and decomposition
"Ayotzinapa vive
elestado ha muerto"
Bring back the fire
In the bow of our ship, an entrance
a bullet
