La mujer y her daughter search the basura.
Premature wrinkles intensify as she lifts a cabeza de lechuga.
Brushing off the filth and peeling off the rotten layers
she smiles "es bueno" to her daughter,
su hija, who is acunando an old shoe to her chest.
El zapato, is worn and old but her dirt streaked hands could not but gravitate to her nuevo bebe.
Here is their treasure. Here is Mexico.
Where the Lord and His Hijo love their people.
He brushes away the sins of the daughter. Limpia.
He cradles the cuerpo of the woman.
That is His treasure. That is my Mexico.
That is His treasure. That is my Mexico.
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