Not In a Million Years
Will we ever know what became of these
Strangely at peace, for death buys immunity from all unease and sorrow….
Well, for this world at least
Left on the roadside in their Chrysler-Dodge 1971?
Working guys in their carrucho, cucharacha, call it what you will
It still could run…
Some had wives or some comfort drawn from a movida
Or consentida, y mejor que nada
Una consentida comprada/
Un par de cuayamas. Carta blanca o modelo….
The simple pleasures of working men….
What became of them we know…
Lead poisoning injected or better said, projected
Deadly medicine from senorita metralleta
On the road from work to home
A treatment prescribed by one of so very many
Doctors of Death, that prowl la frontera
For what reason, or none at all
They had no silver, no diamond rings, no gem studded belt
Or gold plated guns…
Of the car, like I said: It could run
What happens we may know
And the mystery can not be shown for the thousands
That as well are dead for no rhyme or reason
Why, we for certain may never know…
Las funerarias are the one business of growth in Juarez
The people may die, the survivors cry but the bosses
Have never shed a tear….
Not in a million years
