Take care of them. If they want water,
Dump them in the river. If they crave
Freedom, let them loose among rattlesnakes.
If they want to breathe, let them breathe dust.
Let the desert mouse nest in their white bones.
Give them shelter with your greed. With your rape.
The road kill is a sign you’re almost home.
Point to it and show them who they are.
Their life’s a documentary, a newscast.
But for you, everything is possible.
You’re the map that leads them astray,
Priest leading a funeral procession.
Load this cargo. Shackle them with promises,
Backaches that keep them from killing you.
Previously published in Alaska Quarterly Review and Border Voices: An Anthology.