el lamento

--and so the blood runs and it keeps running

and the woman doesn’t know what to do

the land that is her body dries up

and the animals that make up her spirit die of thirst

time passes

you seperate the corn



for the goat

with each pass you make to degrain the corn

you remember more

of the foreign hands that drew lines

lines the marked where the petroleum was

lines that separated families

lines that reclaimed

lines that meant they were better

in crossing borders [el lamento] is passed down

when there is no other option --