Thursday, January 28, 2016

Woody Guthrie Honors Dead Mexican Migrants in Deportee


The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"

Friday, January 1, 2016

Poem One


What's the expected first line
on the first day of a New Year?

I don't know either.