Treasure Island


now the amor seco

at the football field
where the players
are either dead
or missing
or sick and still

the amor seco

blameless for
those who come
by reason
of loneliness

shot by their
false bullets
the pants
too have anger

today, defenseless
the amor seco
annihilated like
unarmed soldiers
of our weaker state

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2008
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