Poem: “Tires Stacked in the Hallways of Civilization”
Yes, Your Honor, there are rodents, said the landlord to the judge, but I let the tenant have a cat. Besides, he stacks his tires in the hallway.
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Yes, Your Honor, there are rodents,
said the landlord to the judge, but I let the tenant
have a cat. Besides,
he stacks his tires
in the hallway.
The tenant confessed
in stuttering English: Yes, Your Honor,
I am from El Salvador,
and I put my tires
in the hallway.
The judge puffed up
his robes
like a black bird
shaking off rain: Tires out of the hallway!
You don’t live in a jungle
anymore. This
is a civilized country.
So the defendant was ordered
to remove his tires
from the hallways of civilization,
and allowed to keep the cat.
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Hey, I came across your poems from a UMass course: https://www.honors.umass.edu/files/share/poets/poetsofnewengland/espada.html
Your poems really give a perspective about the immigrant experience, along with a bit of humor. Thanks for writing them.
Cheers,
Harold