This is the prickly pear
where the eagle bit the snake.
This is the brown virgin
who sees everything.
This is the matted hair
of a blood-splattered priest.
As we walk through the market of colour
in broad daylight every part
of an animal is eaten.
Noise.
This is the city of smoke and mountains
where graffitti is a prayer painted
on the wall.
This is the place where Jesus lurks
on every corner promising salvation
and clean air in the next life.
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