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He knew the river bend, both sides
Curbs and crannies, hits and hides
Bluffs and burrows the land abides
That is why they paid him ...
Amply, the cartel paid him
His childhood spent upon the creek
Fishing, games - like hide-and-seek
Now he earned, thru just one week
His father's yearly wage ...
That, two times his age
Indeed, there was great risk to him
Guiding migrants while light was dim
Tho' other chances for income, slim
For any mixed-race kid ...
No matter what he did
So he'd taken the job as coyote
Hiding folks to the Land of Free
Now, not worth what he'd never be
In the river, floats face-down ...
And no ... he didn't drown.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019