cipher & Mexican voices

[unspoken introit:] [note to self: memory's
the mother of the muses] bloom-forth, old Mexican
twins of labor & obscurity / contentment

1. uno [voz primera]

--thought maybe the Navajo mother-of-two  to herself
also Mexican
her now smooth and flattened womb, her hand atop,
    (her stomach,)
on Sunday morning, after finding an old caramel
her children had not eaten     for Christmas:

i am      a Mexican     in blood & labor sound
i am     a marvelous being   si   in blood & constitution
proud, this new nation   new   i shall not fail
   to make proud
   to make, my children

2.

she is [her]    a MEXICAN   a motion supported
 ( like South against Yankee North )
by the belief : bigger = better   , REALLY IS
 
   [thus trumped is, her hold on the manacles
of the body politic,]

   [in the background,   Arizona,   this new land,
   of neighborhoods & Cacti]


   [new & not new, like love
   in it & out, pregnancy & hope, marriage, divorce,
   tragedy and maybe murder (...maybe), hopelessness,
   at once. of course,
   at once.]



3. dos [segunda voz]

I am a Mexican
with no rapport
& no reports
on positive developments.