Historical Encounters Part 3

A.

 

they may see us as self centered

nationalists causing trouble I gained

this accusation well given due to their

knowledge of creating our reality our

barrio and reservations, our Pueblos

where Po’ pe liberated our communities

now we must regain control and liberate

our barrios one at a time as necessary      ! Que Viva Aztlan !

 

Aztlan is a living memory

Indigeno Meztize cactus spined

 

as good jazz and good memories

can create new atmospheres

for growth searching night time

airs story time line thick standing tall

loyal to the last stand of Kuatemoc

as Che dared in the jungle of truth tall

grass swaying before a strong wind

of stealth melodic natural notes silent

 

after all I’m just an innocent little boy

trying to find my way through life’s

complex maze San Antonio de Atocha

Alabama, New Mexico Auschwitz

 

4 a.m. south ‘amerika’ timed in chains

Chile to Peru Honduras y Guatemala

Mexico Brazil into eternity hasta que se

acaba el mundo asundo? my friends

take courage Lakota Nacota Lakota 

 

Aztatlan (Aztlan)

the place of herons

Chicomoztoc place of 7 caves

Mexica of Colhuacan the curved hill

Altepetl water and mountain stronghold

Teotihuacan

 

B.

 

on arriving to Albuquerque, New Mexico 15 years ago I wished to explore

the many cultures that exist here. I thought it provided a good opportunity 

to develop my writing and visual arts skills. Two of my prose pieces,

(Why There Are No Monuments to the Indigenous Holocaust

& a poem growing up in the Xikano Puertoriqueno barrio of Detroit)

got me into trouble with the local populace. I was accused of being a

trouble maker & in some circles the devil incarnate In the beginning when I

boarded the bus some of the people who recognized me would produce the sign

of the cross to protect themselves. In the park I was approached by strangers

asked if I was their popular priest returned to their church I’m not even Catholic

not even anymore along with my 2 large dogs for protection not a long haired

gangster drug dealer I swear to you I wear my hair long in respect for my people

still waiting in the mountainsides of old Mejiko survivor of the Spanish invasion north

I was greeted at the bus stop afterward by folks spurring me forward to fight banging

their fists on the bus stop walls I was able to stare them down back at the homestead

walking the dogs on the street it soon developed drivers swearving their vehicle a threat

to run us down we opted to walk on the sidewalk since to walk my large dogs in public

a danger slamming doors honking by passing auto horns while we walked past

 

out beyond their reach I relied on my Nagual guiding spirits for comfort and rest

from the passing crowd of horned lizard conquistadores spewing there police brutalities…

for protection copwatch realities we found it necessary on the larger scale for protection

to this day

name them

if you dare

local

swat

state

county

national guard

C.I.A.

 

do not concede

stand in unison

 

………………………………………………………………………into infinity

 

 

……………………………………………………………………to be continued…………………………

 

 

                                                                                              Aztatl X

 

                                                                                                2016

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