Death and Taxes

The housewives laugh at what they can’t avoid:
In single file, buckling one by one
Under the weight of the late summer sun,
They drop their bags, they twitch, and are destroyed.
He hears a voice (there is a bust of Freud
Carved on the mountainside). He tucks the gun
Under his rented beard and starts to run.
(“The housewives laugh at what they can’t avoid.”)
Like She-bears fettered to a rusted moon
They crawl across the parking lot and shed
Tearblood. The office park is closing soon.
Night falls. The neighborhood buries its dead
And changes channels—Zap! Ah, the purity
Of death and taxes and Social Security.

Urayoán Noel, “Death and Taxes” from Kool Logic/La lógica kool. Copyright © 2005 by Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe. Reprinted with permission.
Source: Kool Logic (Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe, 2005)
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