She threatens the children
with machetes–
the handle,
not the blade.
¡Si no estudias
vas a quedar como
tu tío
cortando caña
todo el día en el
puro sol!
And the children,
terrified of the sun
which will burn them
through their clothes,
pick up their pencils,
open their books,
grimly copy
A
B
C
Reading your poetry this morning…
Thank you.