We all drink
We all forget
The border (its bowels its brains)
The tortilla we wrap it in
We think the thought a cruel heat allows:
Another, por favor, and turn up that music
Something in the streets is hungry and has
Eaten the dogs, hurry,
It is clawing the prayer post
It is bored
Pissing on every withering tree
Every white wedding dress
Fouling every alligator boot
We are not asleep
The dead will not help
The church is locked up
We wont say the name or
Peer into the eyes
Father, brother, son,
The monster stalks
Daughter, sister, mother,
We behave like good neighbors
Watch for updates on the news
We pack the battered overnight bag
Just in case it gets personal
In the streets of white laughter.