Todos Santos, Presentes

CHE GUEVARA, EMILIANO ZAPATA
AND JESUS H. CHRIST. PRESENTES.

Three hours of chicken bus, blasting
radio, excessive horn, half pavement, half
dirt, half sky, blue diesel thunderclouds
hanging over my head, guitar between
my knees, trash thrown out the window,
climbing out of Huehue shitsville, seventy
people in a school bus, three to a seat,
ropa típica, bright pants, sleeping heads
swaying, smiling children, dirty diapers,
drunks stumbling in front of the grill
with lost eyes, more horn, silver teeth,
bicycles faster than busses, walls made
out of stacked rocks and yucca, sheep
and slingshot children, mercado sábado,
broken accelerator, broke down bus,
mumbled prayers, start again.

Dicen que nadie es profeta en su propia
tierra. Che, Emiliano and Jesus have each
earned the right to have their faces made
into stickers and stuck at the front of the
colectivo bus.