Broomtail Ballad
Eduardo Martínez-Leyva
June: the ants do what ants do to a wounded thing.
They hunger. I do too. You'll find me unabashedly biting

the heads off flowers. Grinding the petals between
my crooked teeth. I've grown tired of metaphors.

Of being pleasant. I've tried hard to forget about the boy
shot down near the empty parking lot. The girls who keep

vanishing in the desert, near dusk. Some found hog-tied,
some not found at all. Each one still a prayer inside

a mother's mouth. A bead in a necklace they hold with their fists.
Somedays, I forget the last names of the ones I've loved.

Rub my hands together to conjure up heat, to remember.
I've stayed up all night, pushing away my darkness.

Outside, there's a buck who walks around the cathedral grounds.
Looking for lost fawns. Sometimes, I almost believe it's you.

Reminding me of my good fortune. Telling me to stay
Untamed. Hell-bent. Soon, I'll take the body of a man,

a stranger, a good brother, on my tongue. Lord, deliver me
from harm. Rid the fear in my throat. I want to believe.

Wholeheartedly. I do. Without shame. Believe. One day.
You'll remove the smell of gunpowder from my skin.
from the book COWBOY PARK / University of Wisconsin Press
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Living near the National Cathedral in DC, where I taught creative writing, I wrote this poem during a reflective period. A student’s question about expressing joy amid hardship challenged me, as my work often addresses violence against BIPOC individuals. The poem emerged as a turning point in my collection, "Cowboy Park," inspired by the serene sight of a deer family on the cathedral lawn. It blends themes from my upbringing with a touch of optimism.
 
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