Poem – Dear Mexico

I wonder what
the tiny hummingbirds and
pink-white bougainvillea trees
and lizard babies with their wide, searching eyes
think of the country
run by organised crime and transnationals

when they stumble upon
disappeared activists hidden in wells
bought judges, dead rivers, industrial towns
and zombied shoppers
what kind of ecosystem do they think
they have wandered into

-Tamara Pearson