A BRAIN IS A BRAIN IS A BRAIN

Yesterday, 
one of the daily newspapers in Tijuana
The Wall Street Journal-type with the runny ink
And yellow-tinted paper.
Screamed some awful news,
Colosio's Brain will stay in Tijuana!

Yes, 
Luis Donaldo Colosio
The working class knight 
Who would do battle
With that masked man Marcos.
The man who would become NAFTA king.
The man who would become president of México.
The man who surrounded himself by Bruti.

Do you remember seeing the video back in March?
Do you remember the bloodied front pages of the press,
Thrown at the window of your house,
Staining the stainmaster bloody?

We saw it over and over
(Way before OJ was even a glimmer in the press' eye).
We saw the video by that modern-day Zapruder.
We saw the shadow of a rising gun,
As it put a bullet through his head.

Now Tijuana press
Says general hospital is
Playing hot potato with Colosio's brain.

The doctors don't want it
The histopathologist doesn't want it,
The taco stand around the corner doesn't even want it.

The body has been buried
The masses have been said
The wife has even died of cancer
And the children, the children lie in their beds.

They lie in bed knowing, 
That their father's brain is in Tijuana
Safer than Kennedy's was
In the National Archives.