Jacinta Iv Poem by Will Barber

Jacinta Iv

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Please, señor,
¿May I refresh your drink?

You sit redfleshed, hairy
Upon the veranda,
Staring at the locals.
Ignoring your wife.

I do not care what you want.
Your needs are unimportant.
Your wife seems to
Think the same.

I serve drinks to turistas,
But not for turistas.
¿May I refresh your drink,
As you grow sunburnt?

I am working for propinas:
¿See my white teeth?
But no, you ignore me,
I am mere scenery.

Please, señor, do not forget
To leave a tip in the propina jar.
Even a bartender may
Send remittances to Jacinta.

One may smile and smile,
While wishing for justice
To engulf resorts,
Y oficinas gubermentales.

Please, señor,
¿May I refresh your drink?

I am Miguel. The Guardia
Seeks me in Oaxaca.
¿Una otra cerveza
Para su compañera?

2008

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Luis Gil 09 September 2008

The healing power of memory and dream... Some images will keep chasing us. Probably love is the only way out of injustice. Great work this series, Will.

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Sandra Fowler 13 May 2008

Fascinating and enigmatic as always. Excellent write, Will. Always your friend, Sandra

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