En Paz

            I saw him drunk, once.

Sometime later I

Went to his funeral.

A few senoras chanted Hail Marys

And handed out sweets.

Some cried.

Coming back, I passed his home.

Thatch roof, dirt floor

Five feet on a side

Cane frond sides.

He worked for food

When he did not

He stayed in

With cane liquor.