Issue 158, Spring-Summer 2001
I can’t imagine your not existing; but on the other hand
I could have lived and died without knowing you at all.
What Mayans you had in you! what stinging Aztecs!
And there were, also, Mixtecs, horde sublime!
Now in your polluted air, capitale du mexique si chère
Your energy is making you a "modern country," you are on the line
And you are making verifiable advances.
Your big guys have a lot of money, the most of you not much.
Your bandits make a mockery of poverty—they’re from another time.
The Franciscans who built a trilingual college at Tlatelolco