N i g h t - h a w k
with your lights, Night-hawk,
with your sensors and prison
lit up like God's own Christmas gonna make
a movie -- lights, camera, action !
Wham WHam WHAm WHAM m m m m
m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m m
the string of floodlamps glowers fifteen
miles from the beach to wild Otay mountain
gleaming pearls lighting up the border but
not around your throat, Night-hawk, no,
more like a scar, and not jagged
no, the Earth our mother is jagged
in her mountain thighs and canyon womb
but you my beloved fear
are perfectly straight
like the poet's ruler line
stretched across my page
except you scratch the flat wall
scar on the flesh of our planet
not paper up against the wall
motherfucker, and -- Fire !
no, Night-hawk, yes .
Aye, patrol, with your border lights
nightvision telescopes and infrared visors
eyes glowing red like chupacabras
put the fear of
god in those migrant
hearts from the South they still believe
in the almighty yankee dollar who
wants them to work our savior
you can hear their footsteps, Night-hawk
in the secret ground sensors from
the Indochina war, or why did it take
two years to find the latest tunnel ?
Watch your step, brother . Don't fall .
Daniel Charles Thomas
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