Inspired by Judith Baca.
Blood of the ancients, irrigating the land,
Red becomes blue, blue becomes green,
Prisons of labor for the suburban kings,
Tears become blood, blood becomes oil,
Sunburnt history the indigenous aurora
Implants sparkles on the fertility goddess,
Glossy for Hollywood, a shotgun aimed,
Cementing her to the ground for the feed.
They feast on her history, the exploited lands,
Her sets tilled to ash by the reel,
Feeling cold, getting old, buried under the theater,
Bloodletting for the well, strapped in showbiz,
Heart still open, rising for home,
An appendage earthquake, then several,
Then the Earth separates, San Andreas breaches,
Her hair, her western eyes of agave
Breaking through the wall, exploding over the city,
Rising above the medicated audience,
Bishop's disbelief, explorer's inertia, investor's dismay,
From her mighty wrist flow the redemptive ghosts,
Raising murals to conquer and devour,
The wounds clotting, the water returning.
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