A Hot Wind Blows
A hot wind blows
across el ocho's forehead
as his baby doll departs
and the emptiness of dry leaves
fills his heart
a smoky train
rattles thru his brain
like sugar cane
dusty gravel roads
dare his soul to surface
he loves his baby doll
too much
and like a garden rake
he makes piles of her
and dives into her
old with desire
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