Henry’s Automotive Elegy for Illegal Alien
Ignacio Sanchez Mejias’ Pick-up Truck (La Cucaracha)

At five in the afternoon,
rush hour, the pick-up truck died
in the middle of the road,

Ignacio pushed with all his heart
and with the help of good Samaritans
at five in the afternoon.

It was a cold and windy day,
the clouds were made of ice,
there were no dots on the rearview mirror dice.

It was a dead battery,
it’ll have to be replaced
at five in the afternoon,

these goddamn cucarachas
always leave you walking
at five in the afternoon.