Monon

Mr. Don Jimenez
left
when Monon was born
in the bathroom of a bar
at the end of an alley
and he said
Monon, you are a man like no other
you are a man of God
fruit of evil

He is a man with many
priests of dreams
who sing to a world that lies groaning
and the children are frightened because the man of destiny
the one who never came is throwing bombs
is digging graves with his electronic forces
with their nuclear minds they dig a hole in Lares
they drop bombs in Vietnam throw bombs in Nigeria
dig graves in Siberia and the frightened children
and the dying men suffering in silence
and the Andean Indian and the Indian from Hidalgo
waiting for something because the man of destiny
the one who never came walks with science
and a young man in penance shouts indignantly
Fire, Fire, Fire
the world is on fire
Fire, Fire
the Yankees want fire