Patrón

Boss,
that shadow shivering behind his cattle,
footprints and plows, sometimes eating
boss,
for his interests
there goes his pawn.

Boss,
that shadow raising his sheds
sweat intertwined with other pawns
boss, for his ambitions
there goes his pawn
boss.
Boss,
that shadow flesh in the sun that breaks him
with meager salary, his dark land
boss, and you enjoy
there goes his pawn

Boss,
that shadow like a new Christ walking
stone in the chest, cross on the back
boss,
and coughing anger
there goes his pawn
boss.

Boss,
one shadow and another shadow make a storm
and the gale has no rein
boss,
no one can stop it
there goes his pawn.

Boss,
if that shadow bursts into light and sees it advancing
like a dawn in his throat
boss, it turns into a dagger
that's his pawn
boss.