Chicano Poet

Friday, March 07, 2008

The Motorcycle

Did you know that my half-brother Eloy
died in a motorcycle accident

when he was sixteen? Yes, the blue desert
took him, crushed his skull

against blue cactus,the blue sand
covered his wounds, the blue ants

came out to the highway duty bound.
A lone cloud dipped out of the blue sky

but did not render aid, it only motioned
to that kind of cloud which does.

Its blue hands startled Eloy.
Ah, you didn’t know the dead could be startled?

Today the blue desert goes about its business
as if Eloy had never tried to motorcycle by.


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