Under an Evangelical Billboard that Reads: “Try My God”

From “Lake Texcoco”

 

A man in
a Tree Rollins
Hawk tank top,

no shoes,
and your old Sassoons

drops one match
on the Selva
side of the road.

Fire with
a smoke mane
flaps the wind

and stumps
a black block.

Wood is gathered.
Milpa is charred
thin veil.

The trinity will come:

Maize                Frijoles

            Callabaza