look no further for the Maya
all are here happy healthy
bright eyed with fallacies shared by us all

sharing the martyrdom of our vices
look no further i have found them in the kids the pregnant tamalera the foxy dragged-out boys with their sexy telenovela Spanglish bereft of any Chilam Balamisms

i found them in the soccer shops the beer joints and the CVS’s  i found them at the depots and outside of the sweat shops
the Maya are all here dressed in Catholic nylons and 4 dollar shoes. veiled, feeding pigeons, praying for me as i’m walking by

that i unlike them will be spared by our God
i found the Maya queens laden with ten babes of love i found them enthralled by the neon signs i found them hanging on to street light poles placing paper printed email hoping for some hope

i found them lacking malice plugged out and tuned in to what could be for them. listening to Narco Banda and feeding on china bowl express