Salvador Sanchez
arrived and vanished
only twenty-three
with so much speed
owning the highway
Mexico City
bred so many
but none quite like him
sweet warrior
pure magic matador
Pancho Villa
would never rest
’til 1925
he closed his eyes
to Manila stars would rise
Ghosts of the Philippines
choirs and angels sing
ukulele strings
play for his legend
Iloilo king
How have the gone fell by leather
all alone or bound together
Benny “Kid” Paret
came a good way
climbed to grey skies
to lift his hands
was stuck by
the better man
Eyes of Las Villas
cry for sons
lost on distant shores
when unforseen horrors
struck and delivered him
Battling Siki
few found pretty
proud or arrogant
the dominant, smirking, brute immigrant
New York City
few found pity
when two shots stopped a string of bouts
snuffed his black candle out
How have they gone fell by leather
all alone or bound together
How have they gone fell by leather
all alone or bound together
Another song/poem. And such a beautiful one too. One version can be found on the Poetry Mix vol. 1 (called “Pancho Villa”), And you can download the more rocking “real” version here. Also found in Mark Kozelek’s book of poems/lyrics, Nights of Passed Over.
