Nuevo Laredo
6:10 AM, Greyhound Station:
Graffitied busses lurk
The murky auburn sunrise,
Spying bleary touristas
Defying weary travel warnings
Which whisper through the morning
Of the slumbering border town-
Police chief shot twenty times
Mere hours after swearing in.
Five officers
Dead, this month alone.
Highway drug wars, Zetas, Cartels-
Printed words of trepidation
Cut the truth like chemicals
In a dirty white newspaper high.
Graffitied busses lurk
The murky auburn sunrise,
Spying bleary touristas
Defying weary travel warnings
Which whisper through the morning
Of the slumbering border town-
Police chief shot twenty times
Mere hours after swearing in.
Five officers
Dead, this month alone.
Highway drug wars, Zetas, Cartels-
Printed words of trepidation
Cut the truth like chemicals
In a dirty white newspaper high.