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.
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