Friday, April 27, 2007

Poem #117 of 365

Kingsville is a place of pigs,
the revved up kind like the javelina
haunting the night
as it crosses the main road.

Kingsville is a place of Kings,
with power for the few and
good jobs for the many as
long as you toe the many lines
that twist in the county dirt.

Kingsville is a place of history,
the town of Irma Rangel and
Carmen Lomas Garza and Desperate
Eva Longoria--just to name a few.

Kingsville is a town of masks,
the ones you wear to get
high status and the ones on
Brenda's trees that stare down the fakes.

(with thanks to Marco and Brenda--and little Maya--for sharing their stories and knowledge of Kingsville with me)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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