A Recreation Of The Battle For The Alamo

Chamaco longed for his people
to take up the harp

but they didn't
a serape made of cigarette butts

loved the wrong muchachas
a wing

is not a damn thing
said someone in the audience

at gunpoint
we are all brown

the missing strings
lay open in the sun

the harp lady
sweated up a storm of thighs

Chamaco held his ground
downtown