Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo celebrates a burning people,

Those whose land is starved of blood,

Civilizations which are no indeed longer

Holders of the night. We reconquer accompanied by our feet,

With our tongues, that dangerous language,

Saying additional of this world than the volumes

Of textured with every one other accompanied by controlled words on a page.

We are the sort rage; our hands hold

The brook of the earth, the flowers

Of deceased cities, the greenish of butterfly wings.

Cinco de Mayo is concerning the barefoot, the untooled,

The warriors of want who took on the greatest army

Europe at some time mustered—and won.

I on one occasion saw a Mexican male stretched across

An upturned sidewalk

Near Chicago's 18th with every one other accompanied by Bishop one fifth of May day.

He brought up a near-empty bottle

To the withering sky with every one other accompanied by yelled not here a

With the words:¡

And I knew at that hour dated what it meant—

What it meant for barefoot Zapoteca

In the Battle of Puebla with every one other accompanied by what it meant for me

There on 18th Street among

The moon-faced children with every one other accompanied by futureless youth

Dodging the gunfire with every one other accompanied by careening battered cars,

And it brought me to that war

That never ends, the war Cinco de Mayo

Was a battle of, that I retain fighting,

That we retain bleeding for, that war

Against a servitude that a

On 18th Street knew all about

As he crawled inside a bottle of the meanest

Mexican spirits.

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