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I'm going to read a border poem.

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"Portrait of a Wetback."

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"You cross the viridian scum
of river, wispy tongued.

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The sun whisking
your deepest marrow.

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A walk to the horizon with the
bleakness on your shoulders.

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Meet lamb place of the flesh
lists electric wire fences.

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Helicopters circle and circle
above you like buzzards.

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The desert thirst a lit
branch in your throat.

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Jaguar devourer of the sun.

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You want to preserve
this in a jar of vinegar.

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The bright skull of the moon.

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The cloud white is a mistake.

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When the guttural desert song
begins, when the bats descend,

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so low to the dark headed man.

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God of fire

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drags you through the
ragged hole of a wire fence.

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Look, the gods weep for
you on their hunches.

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The lights flash white,
and the sirens begin.

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As your brittle
gaze still skins,

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the beauty from this paradise."

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