But Dead For A Long Time Poem by Ravi Kopra

My wife died yesterday
at home in labor
with our first child

I am an illegal
being sent home
tomorrow

No money, no friends

¡O Dios! , ¿Dónde estás?
Why don't you listen to me
Have mercy. I want to stay here
and visit graves of my wife, my son
when I have time off
on the birthday of son of mother Mary

He heard a distant voice coming
far off the alfa alfa fields -
I am here, I am here
But dead for a long time.