Dust Devil

San Juan, let them know your fury
show them your rabbies in between teeth
as children scared cry for their lost mothers
in the shopping mall
shopping mall singing Tom Green
San Juan, show them your journalists
and their yellow
like yellow face in Sin City
show them that you too can close down the government
for even more time than Minnesota when Ventura stepped down
show them that the wind here can produce sandstorms
Show them San Juan
that you can also get your own killed
at the back of steak restaurants
at a not so chilly night
show them San Juan
that you are a terror sublime
to be reckoned with at nights of eternal graveyard –shifts-
show them, San Juan
that your people sleep even when they seem to be
in the eternal wake of Oller’s painting
show them your people are submitted to the core
that you can whip them with 4%, 5% and 7% and they won’t protest
of course, with the exception of sindicate leaders
in prey of their own interests, like the rest of you, San Juan
dust devil of winds drown to the ground
wish you could be grounded
for a week,
for a month
forever.