Chicano Poet

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Wallace Stevens’ Anecdote Of The Illegal Immigrant

I placed an illegal immigrant in McDonalds
and there she was, busy as hell.
She made the burgers, fries and drinks
in spring and fall.

The town rose up around her
and sprawled east and west
and she was stuck there by the fryer
in a land devoid of air.

Yet she took dominion everywhere.
The place was yellow and white,
the golden arches were not really gold or arches
but I placed an illegal immigrant in McDonalds.


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