Raw Foreign Power

Old bones rattle on the lawn mower Electric in nature through Texas grass The brown wrinkled man is Spanish Speaks English with a foreign accent Thick as the greens he tractors through Broken as his soul Older than you know The hills remember him as simple Rumbling over weeds to make a living To mow things down to make them pretty Heavy lines take turns humming up above Electric songs in nature through live wires The man stops to take a beer Under the oak he spies a row of trees Weeping willows cry this time of year He cuts the grass to keep it Gringo Night falls on Jose and his widow From across the border orders come To leave the human race behind They could never come fast enough for him Moving through a landscape that's not his