Puerto

Lupita’s gonna weave a path to the land up north

Gonna find her way through the thick of it all

Looking at the lights dancing in the sky

Hoping for a fallen star

“Me consuelo viendo estrellas

Bailando en el puerto”

Brought them gold from the country to help cure their illness

But they landed with only one purpose, for conquest

Though there’s still this wave of unsettling hunger

That never disappears

Rigo working one, two, three different jobs

And when he comes back home he welds into the night

Builds an air balloon for his pickup truck

Gonna fly up and over the wall

If everything stays

Exactly the same

Then nothing can move

And nothing can change

“Me siento ese pájaro

Que danza sobre el puerto”

Carried ships from the sea up over the mountains

And the warriors fell to their knees by the invisible virus

And still you can feel this wave of unsettling anger

That never disappears

She’s talking on the phone in the heart of town

To her Bachata Mama in the heart of the world

Saying “please come back to Santo Domingo

Why you gotta be so far away?”

If everyone stays

Exactly the same

Then no one can move

And no one can change

“Amo ver la luna

Vacilando en el puerto”

No one foretelling the depth and type of destruction

Nor the sadness trapped on the tongue of Malinche

Quetzalcoatl feathers strewn out over the altar

Blood running down the pyramid steps in the morning

Codices lost to a language that’s been broken

There’s this growing sense of impending anger

That never disappears

“Ninguna entrada

Queda en el puerto”