Jimmy Santiago Baca

(2 January 1952 / Santa Fe, New Mexico)

When Life


Is cut close, blades and bones,
And the stench of sewers is everywhere,
Blood-sloshed floors,
And guards count the dead
With the blink of an eyelid, then hurry home
To supper and love, what saves us
From going mad is to carry a vacant stare
And a quiet half-dead dream.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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