Somewhere between

the social bandidos

and the mountains

rest ordinary thieves.


Chased to hidden valleys

swilling cocktails

amongst battered women

they dance in the bounty

provided by blood and bullets

needles and machetes.


A Spanish voice

calms the silver hearts

of the guerrillas


Hidden in the sagebrush

two crossed axes

a holy blade

brings mutilation

and deliverance












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