Juan Works in House Construction

Behind the glass of the Ole Ole Restaurant
a mannequin Mexican stands sentry
twitching moustache and sombrero.

His rainbow-woven poncho drapes
exotic commercial viability:
tamed, idealized, fetishized.

Across the street,
in ragged jeans crouched,
tired brown men wait
along the sidewalk
for the next job.

They pace and patch the borders
of someone else’s
American dream.

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

23 thoughts on “Juan Works in House Construction”

  1. The image that your poem brought to my mind – the romanticism of native people and cultures, for greed and commercial profit. It is these people that need a voice to spread the reality of their existence.

  2. Nicely done! This one pushes all my hot buttons. The last stanza with its “…pace and patch the borders” double entendre is marvelous!

    Ron

  3. I love your social justice commentary in this on the commoditization of other people’s cultures and heritage. The imagery is beautiful!

  4. It’s hard to improve on what has already been said, so I won’t, other than to say that it is an image that will stay with me for a long time.

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