San Antonio 51

There was hope
They crossed the border
A chorus of joy
The discomfort worth it.
The water gone
Hunger setting in
Bodies weakening
hope still high
A better life beckoning.
Children crying.

51 dead
Roasted flesh
Thirst boiled
Abandoned
The container of death
Jose went first
Delirious
Expired.
The doors to life bolted.
Relief from hell.

Drivers tired from the journey
Want to go home
Abandon the truck.
Time to go home to Netflix,
An ice-cold beer
Air conditioning,
A hug.
And collect their fee.
Release wives & children
from anxiety.
Ready to live a longer life
than the cargo they fled in the oven.