Lead shot punch through wood.
Spot the hole: curlicue wisps
rise, white smoke.
Infintesimal dragon, hide
deep as you can in a two-by-four
and die there.
A man and his wife tried
finding your loot. Brass shells roll
by his boot.
Girls of Juarez, here we come!
Santa Muerte's roses fly
skyward -- love
and hunger lie buried in a ditch.
Decapitated Lothario! Your novia
was a witch:
innocent if she drowns,
guilty if she floats.
Wear a coat.
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