SE ME CAYO
On the Avenida de Reforma
in Teotihuacan's quaking bed,
cracked pavement—terremoto.
An abundance of funereal flowers
once again bloom in hanging gardens
in Xioxicalco, where tall hotels swayed
in Xioxicalco, where tall hotels swayed
like tall reeds and snapped off at the base
to fall in the concrete garden of chaos.
to fall in the concrete garden of chaos.
date? 1985, or 1986?
the 8.1 quake dates it Sept 19, 1985, but it could've been written in September of 1986. I think there was more to this poem.... it was written in empathy for John, who was grieving for the fallen city and for his friends. I remember when it happened, when we got the news, we sat on my doorstep in Forestville, and he cried, not knowing if they were alive or dead. There was an old girlfriend too. Can't remember her name. Just as well, she was a long distance rival for his affections. Olivia! That was her name.
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