SIX WORD STORY
Walked leagues. Worked tirelessly. Deported today.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Twilight. Crack of dawn.
The city yawns and wiggles
Her dew-covered slippery jaws
The avenue is hollow and silent.
Street lights sigh deeply shutting their eyes
To fuse with the vanishing stars
Serene and slippery as a panther,
Darkness waits on the ledge
Of the double pane window
Expecting the final surrender of
The working class prostrate in bed.
Their dreams now on their final act
Preclude the end and hijack the birth of…
Another bright day.
© 2012 jjméndez
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Brown Soldier Down
There will be no need to recite the names
Of his father, sisters, or brothers
Or of grandparents, uncles, or aunts
No need to mention the leg that broke
When he fell off the mesquite tree
Or the arm that splintered when he slipped in the arroyo
No need to recall the bolt of lightening that
Charred the tool shed when he was barely ten
Or the joyful grin when he caught his first catfish
And even though his face has been erased by
The predictable roadside bomb,
There will be no need for time-tested maternal instincts
No need for any expensive DNA analyses
No need for detailed dental x-ray photographs
Or any other useless scientific confirmations
No need to utter a single word
She’ll know that he has come home when
She sees engraved in the back of his dog tags
The name of his first dog…