Once he was young, and strong.
Once he would dare anything, do anything.
Climb mountains, swim rivers, mighty rivers,
To find the American Dream.
To support his child and his wife,
Deep in the interior.
Once he could trek through the wilderness,
Caring nothing for the heat, and the snakes,
And the javalines.
Caring nothing for ‘los rinches’
That tried to keep him out of,
Los Estados unidos.
Once he could run for endless days,
And even longer nights.
Once, no longer.
For now, he is just a pile of bleached bones,
Slowly turning to dust,
In the chapparel.
6/18/12 Alton Texas
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