II.

no checkpoint, no passport, no fence
to keep you the migrant in or out
unless somehow
you’re a cow.

This is the International Border, frontera del norte norte;
yet you hear only the zipping sound of the cattle guard
as they drop the posted speed by 2 or 10 mph; this
is philistine ADOT metaphor yet for that no less apt.

Instead of guards with AKs
there is the billboard
One side tells all about the meth,
and the other about the cellphones

In either case my burmashave
advice to passersby would be
No–Not
Even Once.

Though nobody’s called to ask it,
that I’ve heard. Because, when
tripping, the evil device is in a lead
bag, and the bag in a coffee can.

Next these godzilla powerlines
shipping coal over wires north
to chapterhouses and those hogans
polluted more worse badder by the Civilize.

To speak fair you will sometimes see the lone cop there.
(He likes the peace and quiet as much as any of us),
but his solace has a price, that he passes on to the poor,
and disproportionately to those southbound and down,

reddish brown.

1 Feb 16, MM 409 x 0