American Curse - Poem by Danielle Cadena Deulen

American Curse - Poem by Danielle Cadena Deulen

May dark soldiers lead you through the mountains.
May you find the criminal weeping in his hands.
May the scent of whiskey rise from your horses.
May you build your mansion in the sands.

May the beauty of your children be too great for kindness.
May the forest reappear when you close your eyes.
May your dogs grow wild as your heart goes tame.
May your bullet always meet with its aim.
Danielle Cadena Deulen