Vine a Los Angeles
The eagle
perched on the cactus
called me to Los Angeles.
The Templo Mayor lays buried here.
In my city,
Mexico City,
jaguar heads of volcanic stone
became cornerstones for colonial palaces,
became podiums for politicians,
became baptism wells for el nuevo mexicano.
In my new city
adobe forts
became foundations
for post-war tract homes,
as far as the eye can see.
They sway
like Kansas wheat fields.
It’s here,
the Californio city
buried
under the oil well city
buried
under the Zoot Suit city
buried
under the Dunbar city.
Orthodox shuls
under Brooklyn Avenue
sonidero speakers.
The Eastside minaret
blasts narcocorridos.
The Eastside minaret
blasts Cri Cri.
The Eastside minaret
Blasts na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
Cross
the river
over forearms graffiti-tattooed.
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Copyright 2018 by Adolfo Guzman Lopez.