D E A T H I N D O D G E C I T Y
CHARGE: WALKING WHILE LATINO / CLAIRE O”BRIEN 2010
A gunshot from the riverbed
A mexican. A white man: dead.
Let some wetbacks out of jail –
another herds’ arrived by rail.
Hey, Panama! El Salvador!
Get those cattle in the door.
That’s what God has made you for.
Cattle prods make young steers do
anything you want them to.
We’ve got other prods for you.
SAMUEL BONILLA, FRAMED FOR MURDER, 2010, DODGE CITY KANSAS
Shoot a spike through each steer’s head:
They’re still alive, but dream they’re dead.
You’re dreamers too – each one of you.
That’s the way you make it through.
You have to make your dreams come true –
they’re people. They depend on you:
one life exchanged for twenty-two.
Each worker on the killing line
must make his slash – and just in time
to slash the steer that’s right behind.
Don’t pause. Don’t think. Don’t look around.
Don’t fucking slow production down!
Pick your arm up. Thrust it down.
That’s the reason you’re in town.
If we could figure out a way,
we’d send you home – your arm could stay.
(You don’t need it anyway.)
After work, walk straight ahead –
go past the jail: Sam’s in bed.
Raise your arm and wave good-bye
to Sam, your life, the sun, the sky.
Don’t bother calling Claire O’Brien –
Everybody knows she’s lying.
Then rest your arm, don’t strain or lift.
Make sure its back by second shift.
Claire O’Brien, 2011
S A M B O N I L L A
ATTACKED BY RACISTS. FRAMED FOR MURDER.
DODGE CITY, KANSAS. 2010.
LO SIENTO, MI HERMANO. I DID MY BEST.