Subcommandante Marcos
By caleibow
The night is hotand the PRI sweats bullets of revolution.The birds of the jungles are revolutionariesOld women hide guns under their feet,and Zapata smiles from his grave.Subcommadante Marcos lies on his cot,writing poetry.He writes:'I sold used clothing, in the afternoon it would rain… and I wentand watched pornographic movies…I was a security guard at a massage parlor…I came to Chiapas by accident.. I was drunk.The sweat from his brow pools into virtues.His pipe is smoldering.He puts his pen and paper on a crude wood table.A peasant woman comes into the tent,lays down her shot gun and sits a glass of water on the tableHe smiles.Green tanks are rolling through the jungles crushing the bonesof the old onesAnd the revolutionary party of Mexico is dressedlike 7 clowns with 14 red handsand the jungle reels like a drunken sailor.And subcommandante Marcos defecateson the land owners propertyas generals plan infidelities with unwilling mothers,and the young Mayans are on patrolwith their gunstheir faces covered like the dead,and the world sleeps. Written July 30th, 2000 © on Aug 30 2001 12:44 PM PST 0 • 9
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"The night is hotand the PRI sweats bullets of revolution.The birds of the jungles are revolutionariesOld women hide guns under their feet,and Zapata smiles from his grave.Subcommadante Marcos lies on his cot,writing poetry.He writes:'I sold used clothing, in the afternoon it would rain… and I wentand watched pornographic movies…I was a security guard at a massage parlor…I came to Chiapas by accident.. I was drunk.The sweat from his brow pools into virtues.His pipe is smoldering.He puts his pen and paper on a crude wood table.A peasant woman comes into the tent,lays down her shot gun and sits a glass of water on the tableHe smiles.Green tanks are rolling through the jungles crushing the bonesof the old onesAnd the revolutionary party of Mexico is dressedlike 7 clowns with 14 red handsand the jungle reels like a drunken sailor.And subcommandante Marcos defecateson the land owners propertyas generals plan infidelities with unwilling mothers,and the young Mayans are on patrolwith their gunstheir faces covered like the dead,and the world sleeps...."