Protest Poem Inspired By My Wife's Jello Pie

The jello pie you made was great
but it's all gone now
like the teen idols of the Fifties,

like the Braceros,like the smoky trains
that rolled the rails before they built
Interstate 10 next to my family's farmhouse.

I used shoes only for school,
learned the history of a foreign country---
the United States of America---

and of how it invaded our land
here in the heart of Tejas,
how it packed up the Indians,

how it sent them to the Everglades and deserts.
Babe,the jello pie you made was great
but it's all gone now.