Friday, October 22, 2004

But it's the mind that kills
the animal the mexicanos murmur
killing it would have been a mercy
black horse running in the dark
came thundering toward
the outstretched hands
nostrils flared at the smell
only it was knives in the hidden hands
did it pray all night for morning?

- Borderlands/ La Frontera, Gloria AnzaldĂșa

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