Tornillo’s Tent Prison for Migrant Children
There’s a compulsion to sing of ranches outside El Paso
where cumbias and gritos keep everyone happy.
Meditating on the familiar, I remember the fence,
the border and being alone. Better to be in the open
desert than caged. Men in rags once slept on our lawn.
Look, I am honoring men and mothers who cry.… Read the rest