The Mictecacihuatl, Walled by Cinquain of the Confederacion de Uniones Obreras Mexicanas

Jonathan Andrew Pérez, Esq.

 
 In honor of Luis N. Morones
  
 
 Orphic day laborers' trees –  
  
 I.C.E. – border-state guards  struck 
  
 the lot, tangerines dropped  into the rucksack of the underworld. 
  
 Fist-full, documentation, rose-red grounded fingers totter, 
  
 like Palominos on a day laborer’s tintop.
                         
                         Oral 
                         history
                         catch the Federation of Latinx 
                         Workers 
  
 Transformative -frittered-ladyfingered 
  
 loud machinery, Industry, more than fingers 
  
 snap, culled, jammed, a cloud less thing
  
 like spiritualism, peeled-back skin in the two fires of this world 
  
 in the lap of a mountaintop—
  
  
                         meta-
                         socialist
                         the eight unions of strike
                         eclipsed.             
  
 whispered in hybridato, in Paqariq 
  
 Tampu, senses  the community’s silent steel  
  
 trucks; haul to the hanging  — in mines, local  acrostic, custom song 
  
 Eurydice’s recurrent scheme in the binary: 
  
 The underworld, or a walkabout.

                         Pure
                         arbitrage 
                         for history
                         to unite
  
 No sun, no moon, just day-
  
 in day-out, the Cananea Strike of 1906, 
  
 a conceit, for the  grandchildren of midnight, 
  
 1928 left a song of body parts 
  
 before the end of the roads, meet.
  
                         Strike
                         materialize
                         the soil is the beginning
                         and rise of sky 
  
 down ridges, out copper 
  
 mines, a faint Corrido rung, no more due-paying  
  
 no master anomalies– dripped line-by-line, 
  
 repatriating what no broken fingers could have lost
  
 from giving up, its collective grip. 

 

 
 
 

Jonathan Andrew Pérez, Esq. has published poetry online and in print in but
not limited to: Prelude, The River Heron Review, Blood Tree Literature, The
Write Launch, Meniscus Literary Journal, Rigorous, The Florida Review,
Panoply Magazine, The Raw Art Review, Junto Magazine, Blood Tree
Literature, Cold Mountain Review, Piltdown Review, Yes, Adelaide Literary
Magazine, Mud Season Review, Meat for Tea: the Valley Review, Poached Hair,
The Esthetic Apostle, The Tulane Review, Spectrum Journal, The Tiny
Journal, Muse/ A Journal, The Bookends Review, The Westchester Review,
Metafore, Crack the Spine Quarterly, Silver Needle Press, Projector
Magazine, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Rise Up Review, BARNHOUSE, The Chicago
Quarterly Review, The Worcester Review, Abstract: Contemporary Expressions,
Cathexis Northwest Press, Inklette, Rumblefish Quarterly, K’in, Waxing and
Waning, Guesthouse, The Minnesota Review by Duke U Press, the Tulane
Review, Hiram Poetry Review and Quiddity on NPR. He has published poetry in
Poetry Magazine.

Jonathan’s first chapbook, The Cartographer of Crumpled Maps: The Justice
Elegies (2020) was published by Finishing Line Press, and his second
manuscript, The Diving: Dark was The Night of Justice, won the Burnside
Review Chapbook Prize and is scheduled for 2021.

Jonathan was selected by Cave Canem in 2018, and 2019 for workshops with
Cortney Lamar Charleston, and at the Virginia Quarterly with Jericho Brown.
He is a Pushcart Prize Nominee in Poetry 2019, and in the best of
Micro-fiction in 2020. He won the Split Lip Poetry Prize for 2019, and the
Burnside Review Chapbook Prize, 2020.

He has a day job as a trial attorney.

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