EL CIELO DE ROSARITO

Los quemadores
Escupen una capa
De humo que adultera
Los rayos del sol
Electricidad violentada
Para sociedades quebrantadas
Y las lámparas de la ciudad
Mueren y resucitan
Confundiendo a los mosquitos.

THE PROTESTANT LADY

She began
To tell me all about Jesus
That person
Whose blood I drink
Every Sunday morning
I kept quiet
Listening to her words
With my heart I prayed
For mercy on her soul
And foam came out
Of her mouth.

LIBRO PESADO

Cuando agredió
A mi esposa
Le rompí la nariz
Con los Cantos
De Ezra Pound.

THE RAT RACE

The citizens
Of this new world
Are like little rats
Competing against each other
For more medication
And from high above
Inside their skyscrapers
The manipulators of earth watch
With expensive smiles
On their plastic surgery faces
And they say to each other
Let us add more poison
In the medicines
We make.