"WORK IS THE FATHER AND EARTH THE MOTHER"

by RAQUEL SALAS-RIVERA

 

 

the imported mangós taste like pineapple.
the manholes are replaced by orange barrels:
all metal has value on the market.

the store that sells all
                              sells me mangós for 14 dollars
because i’ve said that in puerto rico
we have medium but unforgivable fruits.

scalpel burials are like concerts of shackles:
               you suffered scalpels,

               bury them.

               see via carousel repetitions
               horses like real children.

the earth where the rocks are buried,
the earth where they bury my fist,
the earth where i died a sailor

:give me your hand ericka:
they are palm lines
   scalpel cuts,
root of ceiba,
are piss in the snow, informing,
traffic of hormones with group id.

for each scalpel you bury
a triceratops conch is born,
umbrella screw, celestial octagon.
for each scalpel you bury
a dollar goes to
                             the governmental development bank.

scalpel, for each cenex you find
we will return a data.

bury them all
because you are born from an egg in braille
:the earth is for burying the feet, 
for warming and compacting
the fairy teeth: