Raw Foreign Power

Almost a qutrain

Raw Foreign Power

Old bones rattle on the lawn mower

Electric in nature through Texas grass

The brown wrinkled man is Spanish

Speaks English with a foreign accent

Thick as the greens he tractors through

Broken as his soul

Older than you know

The hills remember him as simple

Rumbling over weeds to make a living

To mow things down to make them pretty

Heavy lines take turns humming up above

Electric songs in nature through live wires

The man stops to take a beer

Under the oak he spies a row of trees

Weeping willows cry this time of year

He cuts the grass to keep it Gringo

Night falls on Jose and his widow

From across the border orders come

To leave the human race behind

They could never come fast enough for him

Moving through a landscape that's not his