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I knew the time would

come to take up the poor’s

quarrel at City Hall, talk with

vigils to elected officials about

the bare bones economy scarcely

putting roofs over our heads and

dread on kitchen plates. I knew

the time would come to fling harsh

Spanglish words in the bright light

of day till Angels came looking brown

like us with beautifully spread

wings to make the deaf politicians

walk down the municipal steps

to listen. I knew the time would

come to lean on the shut doors

locked with the bullshit spinners

inside of them and open them wide

enough to break their hinges—that

time is now!