A Mother's Trail
by Daniela Castro
A mother leaves,
A child chases her trail
Desperation is the nanny
her remittances failed to pay
As for the child,
to leave their country
is to enter into space:
A registration with no guarantee
They trek into the open graveyards
Of bodies that shed backpacks, photographs, shoes,
clothes,
where flowers seldom grow,
and terror seldom dies
Where trains are known as beasts
and a river fills with fury,
And La migra responds,
“Beware the illegals”
As they capture and cage
Their suits mark one of the few instances where
green
means hide
And the ground becomes a comforter---- clenched,
for pressure is always the greatest patrol
Some make the cross,
And others are marked away from existence
And yet a package is handled better
than a human-
both given a tracking number
Seeking the love of America,
A child chases her trail.
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