A Surprising Easter Mourning Written @ Rey’s Pizza on W. Flagler @ 6am watching the federal cars peel off with him from his block while my mouthful of pizza grew stale. I Poor smiling Elian Gonzalez, lame world seen through your eyes Shaking media child prodigy of polytricks Scared into tatters, shivering on an island With the mirrored monologue before that fateful night. Traveling with feasting sharks sun burnt cyan skin for the American dream for a dreams Dream, your small frame Red, White, and Blue. The Star Spangled Entity screams strangled in him. A beach sand crash was wishful, But landing askew in the fisherman's hands, Mother now chum, father far away on a rock, Asylum was tasteful. In search of what? Asylum city's Marrionette? Teaching us empathy and crying about terrors of an old bearded Communist and that the surf was tough. In hope's of what? T.V. waves of non-compliance? He an Alliance to nothing pledged, nor he the story bled, The lights were certainly bright. Traveling the wooden constitution over salty southern splendor, Buffer bound. Little man finds what? Consumer sounds, ching ching, A flash of peanuts for the funds. Forging fortitude and innocence into a panacea called Disneyland, Land of half truths and masked icons of filth. But slow down America, Lest we forget the struggle of families that are hither and thither Free of Miami Cuba's long past since They've turned love into beat mince. Savage beast bitching babble on T.V. of the 'who should now's' and the 'Where he ought to be's'. The likes of him? Not want nor need, Not of him, America's stepchild. Holy Christmas Havana nights shant turn into Easter rebirth of Miami mornings. II In search of what? In hope's of what? Little man finds what? Flash of green, flashing cameras All diving for a glimpse of a shivering eyed oblivious human, tiny. They will chew and the system shall swallow All that the Elian in Cuba believed not to be hollow. Aryan mimicry verbatim onto a magic shoreline, Entertainment shore, sure and bright, Surrogate parents hold diplomatic fists for him, tight to him, fight for him, yet not knowing him, they procure his body, his eyes, his whims. United Snakes of Autonomy, let him be! Let him be, like the waves that've hit me, now gone. And still he ran, smiled, giggled, and gagged. In search of what? What he found was his future sauteed on a political scam frying pan. He will choke by your conventional needs, By this country's medium, the media, Lights, camera, and the pursuit of a happiness Labled: Toys attained for drones. Elian will always have a Cuban bone And a jone's for the beach's palm on the Tobacco home. III Elain Gonzalez will now walk the sweaty cobblestone Steps, steps, steps to the mended chaos of a botched adoption. His father will clutch his star, and Mother will remain in the Atlantic. He will step into the pit alone but for one white beard. And the luminescent Gold coins lead the way to bones. Voters and freedom fighters will tire seeking Atonement in the glass abode pelted by crimson tears of a Creator oblivious to their guilt for the rest of his young years.                                                                    -RIO.