In Honduras for cocaine, in daylight, amidst the crowd,


With stolen guns, bare hands, belts, gasoline, of the woman

who dressed improperly, dyed her hair red, wore a choker,

Revolted against rape, worked at a bar, of men fighting

against discrimination, religion, defending families, nations,

politicians with matches, hammers, golf sticks and knives,

of blacks, immigrants, Muslims, Christians, Hindus, those

who know no religion, at the border, in the rain, in the bedroom

where you caught your wife having sex, broken building, graveyard,

latched room, for being humiliated, in anger or in pain, of another with

more money, an ex who moved on too quickly, for sex,

or for fun, for the excitement, the chase, and run, by skinning alive,

burning, with a rope, strangling, of people who didn’t surrender,

to lust, dominion, authority, and power, at the backseat of the car,

isolated street, as meat, for theft, robbery, satisfaction, mercy,

for argument’s sake or destroyed ego, for obsession or gang loyalty

in El Salvador, for not having enough to eat, crushed by the State,

destroyed by neighbors, consumed by drugs, alcohol or law, of police,

child laborers, grandmothers, and fathers, pregnant woman, by bombing planes,

shopping malls, temples, mosques, times square, water, or terrain.