Skip to main content
By Desirée Alvarez

              Anger is the other person inside
                            mi garganta, my throat.

                            The mouth’s mouth is the deepest.

Rage is the homeless boy fallen down a well.

Shout down and he will echo back.
                                          La lengua, tongue.

How long have you been down there?

                            Subterráneo, underground.

The letters of Cortés are difficult to read,
                            on each page a horse dies.

The lord of the city lives homeless in a canoe.
Hundreds of natives are speared.

              Another town is burned alive
              with all its caged creatures.

On each page the people appear to walk
                                                        over their dead.

La tierra estercolada, the earth fertilized,
spreads a cloth whose pattern repeats.

                            On each page the future arrives
on a raft woven of snakes.

              Over and over, the design obliterates.

Never does he say this was their home we took.

Source: Poetry (April 2019)

  • Arts & Sciences
  • Living
  • Relationships

Poet Bio

Desirée Alvarez
Desirée Alvarez is a visual artist whose first book is Devil’s Paintbrush (Bauhan Publishing, 2016). See More By This Poet

More Poems about Arts & Sciences

Browse poems about Arts & Sciences

More Poems about Living

Browse poems about Living

More Poems about Relationships

Browse poems about Relationships Get a random poem