Meet Me In Mexico Poem by Patrick Czyz

We've toppled that mound
Built atop the stacked mass
Of steel and concrete and glass.
When the heap was added one too many floors
Our dreamt of goal crumbled too.
Big Apples taste better small.
Meet me in Mexico.

Her back aches as the spinal cords
Twist and writhe after hunching and bending
In a Silicon lab as clean as the Holy Ghost.
But her skin pales as an injustice to her long black hair
Matted by a plastic night cap donned in daylight.
Lonely man, I say you take her out there
And bring her to a valley in Mexico.

Grandpa was found lying prone by the base of a snowman
The kids made as his snow machine's engine slowly ran dry.
The troopers told me ice was frozen to his face for the snow
Had frozen over the tears before the stroke. But the dead can't cry.
Grandma's tears will melt away in Mexico.

Before you climb his wall
Remember the line stands on both sides.
Stay in Mexico.