6:10 AM, Greyhound Station:
Graffitied busses lurk
The murky auburn sunrise,
Spying bleary touristas
Defying weary travel warnings
Which whisper through the morning
Of the slumbering border town-
Police chief shot twenty times
Mere hours after swearing in.
Five officers
Dead, this month alone.Highway drug wars, Zetas, Cartels
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