Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts


by Jose Angel Araguz

In the end, the villain
doesn’t matter, nor
the city,

both will destroy themselves
eventually, with
or without me.

My identity:
the glasses I slip off,
the family

I never speak of, the lovers
I put in danger. All
I am are eyes

searching the horizon
for trouble. All I do
is stand

tall as a tombstone
over the city, and wonder
what ends first

for a child:
the belief in monsters
or in heroes.