Wetback

by Peter Loaf

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Hiding in stable,
   passing patrol
Illegal worker,
   Denver my goal
   
A sound behind me,
   a flash of light
Knocked from my senses,
   end of the fight
   
Waking up naked,
   tethered to floor
Arms bound behind me,
   my head so sore
   
Red-necked old geezer,
   sitting in chair
Flopping my body,
   under his stare
   
Claiming to own me,
   blurring vision
Texican speaking,
   border pidgin
   
“Wetbacks illegal,
   volunteer slaves”
“High court’s decision,
   in recent days”
   
“Train you to harness,
   pony girl strong”
“Take you to Phoenix,
   pervert belong”
   
Tethered to floor ring,
   six links of chain
Arms bound behind me,
   struggle and strain
   
The last three summers,
   working in States
Harvest the cotton,
   harvest the dates
   
This summer different,
   training to slave
Racist new order,
   getting a shave
   
Spread-eagle captive,
   hoisting my feet
Upended watching,
   defeat complete
   
Stropping a razor,
   eying my sex
Pussy lips perking,
   the slaver’s hex
   
Body preparing,
   coming in heat
Shaving so careful,
   shaving complete
   
Pussy rings piercing,
   and nipples too
Pussy ranch branding,
   the style new
   
Harnessed and bridled,
   training begins
The cracker snapping,
   the Empire wins