活け花

Oh hustle! You ain’t honey.
The broken rivers leave us

Our bodies: brief maladies
opened to the rain

Our bodies: units for pollen 
songs 

The arrangement for black and brown deaths is ready-made

Baltimore, Chicago, East L.A.
statistic, corrido
heap
Charred limbs of sugarcane
are unlaced from the earth, 
bundled, packed into pickups.

Campesinos hack at any standing,
enough derangement and scattering
can carry the muted body