Big Mouth (El Boquerón)

Today, like any other day, 
you stare down streets that fade away
full of hustlers and shopkeepers 
standing in their doors, the rifle-toting 
police and stray dogs, the bangers, 
the idlers, the wandering fruit carts 
milling about a landscape of 
crucifixes and colonial lore. 
One man sells coconut water 
in twisted plastic baggies 
and another peddles fresh roasts, 
but you, with your big mouth, yawn, 
cutting glances like an officer
eyeballing juvies, smoke exhaling 
from a daily draw. To be honest, 
I often wonder if you are asleep, 
but if standing closely enough, 
can hear you grumbling green with envy. 
Towering over San Salvador, 
stories are told of you losing your shit, 
spitting a cud across those 
powerless souls below – always a surprise, 
and a not-so-gentle reminder 
of who’s really in charge with one simple blow.


El Boquerón Volcano over San Salvador

Author’s note: Fed by a prompt, this poem captures the fragility of millions of people living in the shadows of San Salvador’s dormant volcano.

A democracy is a volcano which conceals the fiery materials of its own destruction. These will produce an eruption and carry desolation in their way.
— Fisher Ames

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