Genesis And Revelation

On a cold night just like tonight
you drove us up to Mt. Bonnell.
What year was that? Early Seventies?

Was that before or after the Big Bang?
Were Chicanos just a gleam
in La Malinche’s eyes,

did the better part of our race
run down her thighs?
These are tough questions, I know,

but I have to ask them,
for your sake, for my sake,
for the sake of our race.

We are flying away from each other
at twice the speed of light
so I have to hurry and tell you I still love you.