Jalapeno Bandits

By Colin Martin

Into the dusky sky,
Dirt clouds dancing across the ground,
They ride.
Town after town,
Mercilessly they raid.
Take what they need,
Jalapenos.

Delicious, dripping, and fresh.
Each one down
In one bite, as hot as
a desert in the sun. The
fruit of fire.

Their mouths burn, and
a tear drops off their cheeks,
They are unable to breath, and
Yet…. They still ride,
Nothing can stop them,
They seem invincible. But they are not,
They are still human.
And where the jalapenos are, they’ll
Be there, and ride off once again,
Into the dusk.