Scrap Iron

The last time I saw Paris
it was full of Mexican girls

who had taken the Eiffel Tower apart
to sell for scrap iron

their shiny thighs
gave them away

walking in the dry
riverbed of the Seine

a rusty Nazi motorcycle
still spread tetanus

and no one was more homesick
for tortillas than these muchachas

as stone by stone
they dismantled the Louvre

to ship back to Mexico
so the Pyramid of the Sun

could reach new heights
dealing low blows to its race