Abuelo Tanes y el Jute

Roque A. Najera

A man so much a man
even in advanced age
refuses to use a cane
pushes away the help
and has never cried
even as my aunts and uncles died
in el Jute
from a disease
curable by pisto we never had
and by the social programs
that never came

He stares quietly through the bars of his house on a street he owns, 
he controls, 
that no Maroso can touch
because of the plomo 
que nunca se le olvida

A man so much a man
who the world refused, 
wasting away in gardens of the rich
yet fed us from the soil at our feet
and defended his castle with a corvo

Mi Abuelo Tanes
un corazon de campesino
pero de hierro.