Summers we throw
rocks at the impending
depredation of the Amtrak
on the Colorado landscape.
Our whole neighborhood
of shirtless brown boys
throw, with all of our might,
at the Plexiglas windows,
to watch the rocks explode
in the faces of the white travelers,
as the brown residue frames
their condescending faces.
We imagine a tour-guide
saying, To the right
are some of the natives
in a British accent, so we
keep throwing our limestone
rocks and as the last car
is hit with our primitive weapons,
Isaac says Remember the
Alamo, at which we all laugh
for no reason.