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I crossed the border after

walking for miles with an

open mouth eating fresh

clean air and scraps of

corn and beans given to

me by old women who

promised to pray. alone,

at night, after staring for

awhile at a brilliant partial

moon, I pulled out the book

of lies to read a few lines to

see whether this time it would

convince me to believe in the

perfection on the other side of

the stars, in peace soon to come

this way like a blinking light at

a busy traffic corner that says

take the next turn to find the

promised land. I crossed the

border to discover a different

neverland, to live in a world

of stares that make God flinch,

work my farmers hands in city

days and stay out of sight each

long dark night. I left the place

where the air is brown, made it

to the choking English streets,

spend extra time in my large room

of memories, and look around for

loving kindness to hit me like a

glad verse from the book of psalms.

I crossed the border like Christ with

undocumented faith, a heart half-full

of doubt, and an old pocket Bible

deeply out of step. I crossed the

border to the land happy to march

strangers like me to the grave, while

yelling on the way there is no light

from heaven for wetbacks and spics!