“Nation Fate”

An inextricable bray

Beyond the clay

Adobe was here before stucco

A furtive fear

American beer

Not Tecate, but golly

We fucked 'em

Annexed the land

White sun-burnt hand

The curlicue Jew is still Eastern

Piñon at feet

Coyote wants meat

Ablution, one Comancheria night

Natives still here

But in this one year

No nation means no mean to fight

They stay alive

The tribe can still thrive

But they aren't Mexicans...

ALRIGHT?!

2013