Across The Ashen Sea
Abuela stood guard while us boys
ate beans and tortillas
the ray gun machinegun pointed out the window
she had once shot the earlobe
off an alien at a thousand yards
that’s about as close as you’d want an alien to get
tomorrow we must cross the cinders plain
the beetled boat would have to suffice
we told each other none of us very confident
the hill from which the sun rose
was straw pink when it was time to go
we paddled for what seemed like light years
our sombreros soaked from the constant rain
tooth fish swam in abuela’s bonnet
the shoreline was in a slumber when we landed
and did not put up a fight
each grain of sand protected by a force field
the sea had an appetite of skin
we found refuge in a cave
which motioned to us in its sour clothes
sometimes you have to wonder
how and why these planets came to be
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