Chicano Poet

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


Shot through the heart
she tightens against the horizon

the desert country swallows its last pebble
lizard begets lizard

she is beyond reproach
beyond help

only her hair
can still bend into the wind

the future has always been an idea
whose time has come

she has pointed the way made it clear
the meek shall not inherit the earth


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