Outside the Mexican Cemetery, a sign to visitors is crackling and buckled from solar blistering over generations and winds sand-blasted off the Chihuahuan Desert: $200 FINE FOR LOITERING OR LITTERING HERE. In this place idlers throng; discarded stones, wood crosses, painted plaster, and plastic roses faded to pinkish grey garbage the quiet, death-sustaining slope. Morales, Marquez, Garcia, Martinez, Flores, Rivera, Hinojos-Hernandez... Spiked on a Yucca sprouting from the dirt of Maria Bartolo Villanueva, a straw-stuffed rag doll, smiling, rosy-cheeked, sporting a hat for bean-sack hessian -- the pious tribute of some hijo. Coveys of Scaled Quail loiter, litter among the ash, scutter a dusty plot where Moniga Quinteros de Salgado is reposing, churr a low nasal Descanse en Paz |
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