Tamales

Hot tamales door to door Knocking on doors along the sun baked street Ten inch sub rotting on the dusty ground Souls breaking under my feet In pile of money the politician rolls Malnourished beg for more Poaching saints from grassy knolls Black ants devour the ranch covered sub they’ve found Sewer gasses emerging from fractured concrete From the skull of a timber rattler crawls a paraplegic spider Corn tortillas rolled on the bathroom floor