Run From La Frontera
Run From La Frontera Just a boy of twelve Not too strong, not too sure “Vamos al norte,” they said “ Listen to the coyote!” These men of my family Pleaded with me Tugged me, pushed me, scolded me Into reluctance, step by step Falling behind them... Unnoticed I turned and slipped behind a shed The rest were pulled north Like moths attracted to a light bulb See the wall, in all its rusted glory But it repelled me And I felt the pull of Morelia.... De mi Abuela Behind the shed, I poked my head... Out They’ve lost me, dollar signs fill their eyes Lemmings they are, the border their cliff Let them fall into the desert abyss Two weeks now on this road Ever so parted from mi Padre, Primo y Tio This road ever so long and hot Eating well on fruits from a farmers lot Sneaking what I can get Took a rooster from a pen Killed it first with a stone Tied it to my belt and started for home My directional pointed south Toward a sheltered spot en la playa Cerca