El Coyote Pinto
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Standing next to the graves of his ancestors in Coyote, New Mexico,
A man reflects on the years that have passed with the wind blowing and rain coming.
Tears come to his eyes, as he remembers another time, another life.
Yet, the same.
He steps into a world in his mind, a world now gone, but in his thoughts he is still
El Pequeñito—The Little One.
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El Coyote Pinto - Herman Herrera
Chapter 1
No Somos Nada
We Are But Earth
Que triste suena el doble
How sad the church bell
Rings
In New Mexico tradition, the
Bell at the church rings
From the time the body
Begins its journey to the
Church service before the
Body is put to rest and
It is one-bong—silence bong—
Silence bong—silence bong, till
The casket is at the entry
To the church.
This is my reality, sadness
My little one
Mi pequeñito.
A box a beautiful pink
Casket,
Brought to its final resting
Place, Coyote, the little
Village northeast of
La Mesa del Poleo
Here is the resting place.
The final
Farewell,
Of
Our ancestors
Los Martinez’s, Lujan’s, Archuleta’s
Herrera’s, Serrano’s, Salazar’s Chacones’s:
I hold back
My tears,
As the colorful box is
Opened for the last time at
The exit of the Catholic church
San Juan Bautista
"She looks like she’s going
Dancing,"
My father Alfonso said.
And true, Lujan’s Funeral Home
Had outdone themselves
With the embalming.
Her hair was beautifully combed
Not a strand out
Of place,
Her makeup was properly
Applied, it even gave the
Appearance of a slight smile.
My thoughts
She looked more like a
Sleeping beauty; smiling for me.
The door to the church
Faces the east and the
Sun is shining, just so slightly
On her.
Siempre con los
Pies para el este
Always with your feet towards
The east, grandmother Sorida
Would always say about the
Dead.
Her belief was that the
Creator would come in the
Clouds from the east.
La carroza
As she always called. The
Hearse
Pulled out making its way
To the cemetery where
Her grave had been dug
The day before.
Uncle Fabian had said
Dinamita had to be used
At the start of the digging
Just to break the clayish
Ground
Dinamita
He called it.
The service at the graveside
Was beautiful Mr. Jimmy Lujan Sr.
Spoke of her life in La Mesa
Which brought smiles to our
Hearts
And brought tears to our
Already-swollen eyes when he
Spoke of her life in passing
Grandmother always said
Echale su tierrita
A hand full of earth
As our last goodbyes
A hand full of dirt
To a lifelong, of smiles
Stories and songs
Adiós, Abuela
Goodbye, Grandmother,
May you dance to your
Place in the heavens and
May your stories never be
Forgotten here among the
Living.
Sorida Lujan Martinez
Chapter 2
Va a Llover
It Looks Like Rain
The wind blows softer, and
I kick a dry weed off
My shoe. There’s a sense
Of moisture to the air, the
Clouds are moving in very
Slow, like if they might be
Taking their time.
A deeper look
At the granite stone
The weather and time has
Damaged its original beauty, looking
Around I can see that some
Of the graves are sinking and
Many of the headstones are
Leaning in one direction or another
El abandono
Time forgotten
Grandmother always said never
Forget to clean and visit
The grave of your loved ones
I’m so sorry,
Grandmother
It seems my life has been;
Busy, too busy to come see
You.
Tears fill my eyes, and it
Brings to mind the dreaded
Memory
Of St. Vincent Hospital in Santa Fe
As I walked to her side literally;
Her deathbed
Reality, my little one
Mi pequeñito
She lay there, helpless feet
Facing the west not the east,
Spirit broken, tube after tube
Protruding from her frail body
And connecting to bags of who-
knows-what and some big
Machine that made more noise
Than the wheat grinders at
Pedro Valdes’s yard.
Not much left
Of her now,
Were my thoughts, and as a
Tear slowly made its way
Down my cheek, she opened
Her colorless eyes, the
Lids red and puffy. She
Tried to smile at me, but
I could see her pain, feel
Her demise.
Mira, mi hijito, my little one
Mira cómo me tienen
My little one look how they
Have me.
Her voice was cold, hoarse
Almost none recognizable, her
Front teeth were gone, cheeks
Sunk in, her whole face look
More like a skull, than that
Of a woman who once told
Beautiful stories,
This was the woman who
Could seed the ground all
Day, after Grandfather Antoño’s
Plows
I could almost see her bones
Sickly flesh barely covering them
Her body seemed so small no
Life left. She once danced
Polkas, baked cakes and
Chanted thru the fields
Carrying her patron saint
San Antoño
"Ven, mi hijito"
Come, my little one
She tried to pick up a very
Bruised arm, she could not.
Tried to pick up her head,
Her hair was so gray and
Lifeless, uncombed. This was
The woman who sang hymns
Of prayer out in the fields
And put little flowers on her
Statues of patron saints
This was my Grandmother Sorida.
What was left
Of her!
"Sabes
Mi tiempo se ha llegado
You know, my time has come,
But I’m not afraid, I have
Lived a poor life, but your
Grandfather has been good to
Me, comfort when I need it
And good arguments when
Called for. She smiles,
Looking at her tomb
Stone
I think back to that
Day at the hospital. I believe
I was thinkin’ then, much
What I still feel today;
The Creator; God! If you will!
Makes the soul want to
Leave its sickly body behind.
I believe that separation is called
Agonizar
The painful departure of the
Soul from the body
Through her pain that day at
The hospital she explained a
Few things about love, understanding
Forgiveness.