I'm going to read a border poem.
"Portrait of a Wetback."
"You cross the viridian scum of river, wispy tongued.
The sun whisking your deepest marrow.
A walk to the horizon with the bleakness on your shoulders.
Meet lamb place of the flesh lists electric wire fences.
Helicopters circle and circle above you like buzzards.
The desert thirst a lit branch in your throat.
Jaguar devourer of the sun.
You want to preserve this in a jar of vinegar.
The bright skull of the moon.
The cloud white is a mistake.
When the guttural desert song begins, when the bats descend,
so low to the dark headed man.
God of fire
drags you through the ragged hole of a wire fence.
Look, the gods weep for you on their hunches.
The lights flash white, and the sirens begin.
As your brittle gaze still skins,
the beauty from this paradise."