Category Archives: Devlin De La Chapa

o’Muerta orange

A Poem by Devlin De La Chapa Lovers push then parish two-folds flashing flesh eyes spring open my gun metal slit grazes your holy clit I weep, hideously salted saliva imitate tears baring bad fruit o’ Muerta orange somewhere somehow, … Continue reading

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Brothers of Monsanto’s Agent Orange

A Poem by Devlin De La Chapa Plowing through the fields of life we lived the last of our best days at war’s end, and though I realize you have always been my brother I never thought of you as … Continue reading

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One Poisoned Flower

Devlin De La Chapa he brings to me a single white Gardenia faintly dusted in Agent Orange blossom he’s embarrassed to tell me about Nam, about the painted ladies in almond eyes or about how he dreamt about Dow Chem the color … Continue reading

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Chemicals, Dirt and Rainwater

A Poem by Devlin De La Chapa He stood amidst the fields of foreign crops like a statue frozen in time- as his body remains, his mind rewinds present to past, the past, pitch black darkness and it’s raining inconsistently, … Continue reading

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Letters

A Poem by Devlin De La Chapa She wrote them letters- long letters, short letters, letters of anger, letters of boycott, letters of lawsuits, but all those letters written were just letters wasted of precious time from the man she … Continue reading

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Forty-Five Years Later. . .

A Poem by Devlin De La Chapa. he still talks about the hill, going up the hill coming down the hill not Hamburger hill just a hill, in the middle of a place displaced by war’s chemicals combative to communism … Continue reading

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10 Fingers

A Poem by Devlin De La Chapa And his dirty little Monsanto secrets spoke volumes on his discolored hands, and he could count the meaning of each, he knew them greatly by name, knew them greater by numbers And these … Continue reading

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