Chile¤o Boys The Chile¤o boys pull their fish by the fins in the dirt
about the old times and the women they will know, Mariquita
the girls in the dreams of--the when they will be men.
Fish, they sell
what they can, what is caught, what they hold in their arms
for the day.
The Chile¤o boys pull their feet by the strings through the dirt
confusing themselves in the inside-jungle with sons and fathers,
halfway out into the years that have been and will be,
not different, not different, they say, not different from you.