Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Man in the Back

I am an immigrant
yet the citizens
put me in charge of
their purity temple.
I keep out the
scraps of what has
entered foreign mouths
or landed on the infested earth,
what was in and fell out.
They could have used sand,
but they prefer
the power of alkaline guava and
oil that breaks
the skins of demons.
I stand over the blazing water,
that burns them to hell,
down the twirling pathway,
scalding my flesh.


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