Cadereyta, fair damsel of the piqued dream,
Confusing balm of the time traveler, woman of the giant buttocks and breasts,
Earthly queen of the hard and parched skin, legionnaires of the sun,
Abstract monument to the dawn, fertility, death, hard clay from the forming hands.
Birth spring, living well, monstrous insinuation of a future long gone by,
Life giving force amid the chaos of the dust, hot-white griddle,
Hearth from where the unleavened bread gave life to generations of ghostly images,
An unending parade of birth, despair and death.
Of the life givers, Antonia and Manuel, the forger you are,
Antonia’s suffering gave homage to your strength,
Daughter of the centuries, receiver of the line,
Tradition’s desert in the middle of a ghostly waterhole.
I, Cadereyta, intoxicated in your entrails by fecal stench,
Your unfair social order, then, I didn’t want you,
After the eons gone by, bearing still the heavy yoke of your assignment,
So heavy upon my back, Cadereyta, I need you. A thought.
Juan Alvarado
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fertile-ground/
