Chronicles on Violence I
Grandpa’s daddy raped his mother.
Here’s an X for him.
No peonies.
El nopal.
Whiskers burn.
Never speaks.
Chronicles on Violence II
Never speaks again,
tongues a torture of words.
He sutures her lips
with black thread
a silver needle
Chronicles on Violence III
Uses a silver needle
to cross-stitch his name.
Cross beams
cannot support
what he plants
with his fist.
Chronicles on Violence IV
With his fist
Vato loco
tightens a red bandana
around your throat.
A tattoo of
your name bleeds.
Chronicles on Violence V
Bleeding
she unties
the goat of the past.
A rat’s skeleton
crunches underfoot.
His dark shadow
rustles black.
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