thank god we have come out of those depths

Personal Poems

Poetry  honduras

Old men with missing teeth and cowboy hats board buses with machetes,

sitting beside old women

with crocodile wrinkles, who fix the sacks of naked babies on their backs

using only one hand,

watching silently

as the wild horses of their youth dine on rows of colored plastic

that have been left to die by the strangers of

a new generation.

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