Huelga, a poem by Robert Walton at Spillwords.com

Huelga

Huelga

written by: Robert Walton

 

Jesús walked to King City
On a dusty road
East of town.
He passed Basic Vegetable –
Its flat blue walls,
Its stinks,
Its steams –
And turned in
At a workers’ fire.
Flames leapt in sunset wind
And the workers’ fingers curled
Around dancing heat.
Their jobs were gone
And most of their hope,
But they shared pan dulce
And a joke with Jesús.
He left them a smile,
And that warmth
Kindly visitors share
Before he walked on.
Dusty stars rose
And listened to
The wind’s many questions:
Who suffers?
Who cares for another?
Who is first?
Who is last?
On a dusty road
East of town.

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