The Flowers of Old Mexico (English Version)
A single man on a leash, bound, naked, flinging around. His eyes are broken, his soul is red. BOUND FOR CULIACÁN. GUILTY OF TREASON Roiling gates and a tiled plaza. Jeering women with heavy breasts and dyed skirts. Boys sell bananas. Fry bread oils. One dog yaps at another. The man sheds a tear as he is lead through the procession. A seamed face, now pelted with day old fruit. Up the steps, to a flowering gibbet. He writhes, he wiggles, he’s gone. A hundred cries fill the air. Hats and humorismo to celebrate damnation. “Do you think he was guilty?” one man says to another. “No. I think he believed in something”. Christopher C Tennant is a Denver, Colorado native who mainly writes poetry, short stories, and literary or experimental works. He has previously published in Academy of the Heart and Mind, Atlas Obscura, and Scribes*MICRO*Fiction, among many other places.