The Mexican Stone Age

Brown Henry loved Rosa’s body
dented from Aztec princess
to what we hold dear.

Two lips of wonder, two of wantonness,
but now all that has passed
on burro carts and border fences,

cheap labor, trash-loving Indian breed---
she defended the brown ones (still does)
politely kissed off Henry

and Henry for his part
replaced his own heart with poetry,
feet which stunk of it,

hands that hampered. His heritage uprooted
and planted in the present
where he claims no great past like the others.