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Two poems by Susan Ayres

Updated: 6 days ago

NOTE: These poems are part of a project on the wives of Pancho Villa. His wife, Luz Corral, was considered his “main” wife.



Banquet of Victors

Chihuahua, September 1914


I watch comings and goings,

watch cooks in the kitchen,

do they poison the soup?


At every meal, I test for arsenic

with a small silver spoon.

Mirrors of truth, mirrors 


of deception. In the silver-framed 

mirror Pancho’s mouth shouts wildly,

his temper of a wild jaguar. 


Hailed with Obregón as heroes 

of the revolution, now Pancho 

feels double-crossed, yells, I’m ordering


you shot. In the mirror, Teresa, 

his new secretary, blanches. Later, 

Pancho offers her a glass of juice, 


says, Can you excuse me for scaring 

you, my girl? On the sofa, he settles 

next to her. In the mirror her chin 


quivers. Pancho retires for his siesta. 

I remind him, My love, the world 

will denounce a man who executes his 


house guest. Later that night 

we banquet on quail, squash, 

rice. The spoon does not tarnish


the threat of execution passes. 

In the mirror Pancho watches Obregón 

kiss my hand, take his grateful leave.



Dear Husband


I know that someone has the head. It was cut from Pancho Villa’s body as a stroke of revenge. But now all this is history. It would be nice if it were returned.

—Luz Corral


Two years after your death

your grave desecrated,

Dorados search houses,

open trunks, question known

enemies, demand answers.

 

Where is the severed

head? We hear it tours

with a Yanqui circus,

is more popular

than the conjoined

sisters. We hear

 

it was stolen

for its tattooed treasure map

to buried gold bullion.

We hear it is on display

 

next to the skull

of Geronimo

at Yale’s Order

of Skull and Bones.

Pancho, you don’t

need eyes to see

my love for you

remains steadfast

 

as it was in life.

To the clickety-clack

of my treadle machine,

you tap your restless foot.  




Susan Ayres is the author of Walk Like the Bird Flies (Finishing Line, 2023) and Red Cardinal, White Snow (Main Street Rag, 2024). Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and her poems and translations from the Spanish have appeared in numerous journals.

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