Giving Birth To Cesar Chavez

A helicopter
flew up her vagina.
She put on

the boot of Italy.
Mussolini’s neck
was a diamond shining

above her breasts.
Her thoughts
fell like mushrooms

from the Alps.
The sky was an Indian,
far from America.

The helicopter pilot
sat like a baby.
When her water broke---

it was Venice.
Pigeons scattered
like blades

and cut into
the canals
to expose

mankind
in a portrait
of T. S. Idiot by Michaelangelo.

His nose
was missing
in the London streets.

Only a chicano
stopped
to pick it up.