The Mexico moon

   shines on its brown dirt

like a round tortilla

   baked into the peasants

who work in the sun

 

the Mexican moon

  spotlights the pyramids

shining on the serpents

  carved by the children of slaves

 

Mexican moon

  sweeping over the Rio

as brown as the river

  or the backs of the swimmers

who cross with only a bundle

 

the violence spilling over

  into border towns

which spill over

 into the browner desert

holding secret mass graves

 blood on the rocks

 

escape from the coyotes

  the cartels

the pervasive drug culture

  bodies hanging from bridges

bodies by the side of the brown road

 

the moon reminds its people of

  the sadness of Mexico

the moon changes

  Mexico never does.