Saturday Poem

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Ethnic Poetry
Julio Marzán

The ethnic poet said,”The earth is maybe
a huge maraca / and the sun a trombone /
and life / is to move your ass / to slow beats.”
The ethnic audience roasted a suckling pig.

The ethnic poet said,”Oh thank Goddy, Goddy /
I be me, my toenails curved downward /
deep, deep, deep into Mama earth.”
The ethnic audience shook strands of sea shells.

The ethnic poet said,”The sun was created black /
so we should imagine light / and also dream /
a walrus is emerging from the broken ice.”
The ethnic audience beat on sealskin drums.

The ethnic poet said,”Reproductive organs /
Eagles nesting California Redwoods /
Shut up and listen to my ancestors.”
The ethnic audience ate fried bread and honey.

The ethnic poet said,”Something there is that
doesn't love a wall / That sends
the frozen-ground-swell under it.”
The ethnic audience deeply understood humanity.
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