From my high perch
Of weathered bark
I watch the boy
Dragging torn shoes
Across dry ground

It won’t be long now.
I know them all.

He runs his tongue
Across parched lips
In vain attempt
To quench his thirst,
Silence the noise

It won’t be long now.
I know them all.

The distant roar of a machine
Makes the boy stumble,
Fall to his knees
I whistle shrilly, ruffle
My feathers.

“Pájaro negro que trae mala suerte”
Black bird that brings bad luck.
I look at him with keen, yellow eyes.
It won’t be long now. I know them all.

His body crumbles beneath
My perch–One more dead soul.
I’ve seen them all.

Julieta Corpus

(based on the latest casualty …the 11 year old boy from El Salvador)

Author: Julieta Corpus

Julieta Corpus has been writing since the age of eleven. She graduated from UTPA with a Bachelors Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies. She’s been an elementary school teacher for the past eleven years, but has never stopped writing. She’s been published by UTPA”s Gallery Magazine, Tendiendo Puentes, a poetic anthology, Mesqite Review, STCC’s Interstice and Tierra Firme , and in the September 2009 issue of the Mcallen Monitor’s Festiva, Writers Edition. She also organizes poetry readings and is an active member and participant of the Rio Grande Valley Poetry Festival and the San Benito Writers forum. Julieta blames her penchant for the dramatic in her poetry to a life long addiction to Mexican soap operas. And she is a regular contributor to Writers of the Rio Grande


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