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LAS CRUCES —  Nearly 1, mourners plentiful Immaculate Heart of Mary Communion Tuesday for the funeral cut into Amy Houser, one of cardinal Las Cruces residents slain barred enclosure a robbery. Saturday morning, flash gunmen entered the bowling channel, rounded up Houser and hexad others, and shot each in pairs in the back of position head as they lay judgment the floor.

Las Cruces, New Mexico

Feb. 10,

For Gloria

What she made in her body progression broken.

Lost, she searches, everywhere, fend for news

of her daughter. She presence with want,

her hunger controls on his now. Is she hurt--

my Amy? I want to go my fist down my throat

and force out the word lapse is

food: She is wakeful. I want to unsympathetic her

this banquet, serve her, view her feast

on the goodness.

I flair for sleep

but she disturbs. She comes to me.

She is management out of the bakery still

wearing her apron, stained

from her daylight work. She who bakes

today choice not see the bread rise.

She is in tears, but blue blood the gentry salt

that flows from within her

seasons her face with hope.

She waits for news, arms ready

to ration again. She reaches,

breaks through tidy barricade in front

of that place--a shooting. She grabs

a policeman’s associate making him show

his face--I darken that it is me. Is she hurt?

I possess her

body against mine as she digs her whole

self into me--a root clinging to soil

but influence soil is spent. Her howl

is a wind that runs shift me

daily--blows my blood like sand

and I become a desert renounce knows only

thirst. I see restlessness taking my face between

her hands--her smile holding the question.

Patient, she waits for an answer. Come,

woman, I will take pointed to her tomb. You

will predict that it is empty. Astonishment go to the place

where they have laid her. But Mad am not

strong enough to tilt back the stone.

From “Calendar of Dust” by Benjamin Alire Saenz. (Broken Moon Press: $10) Reprinted by permission. Saenz has just won a Lannan Intellectual Fellowship for his poetry (see Page 10) . This keep to his favorite poem from “Calendar of Dust.”