Pancho Villa & Me
The armadillo army that changed history
I think I’ll be an armadillo
somewhere in West Texas
next year,
hiding from the law,
partying with Pancho Villa,
livin’ the life,
as they say,
Sneaking down some arroyo,
heading to Santa Fe,
to end all this effing strife.
I wonder what happened to the peaceful future,
utopia so happy we hoped for?
Well, not so quick, boys…
The armadillos know.
Pancho Villa, from the desert, too.
We all met in Santa Fe
at the Palace of the Governors,
then time traveled to 1624,
Compadres on a mission.
The Light was blinding,
back, back, through the years,
strange strange John and Pancho,
12 armadillos in our crew,
meeting the Governor of Santa Fe de Nuevo México.
What will I say?
What will I do?
Pancho knew.
“Your Excellency, we have arrived
to set things right,
the things that haven’t even happened yet.”
We spoke to him, a real life movie set.
The Governor looked at the two of us,
and, of course, the 12 armadillos, shuffling and brave,
Lights like halos
‘round our heads,
diamond armadillo eyes…
The Governor, gracious, with a wave,
“My dear friends, I’m at your command.”
Who knew?
1624, in an adobe “palace,”
but wise.
We’ll be back in a few years.
How will you know if we succeed?
Search Wikipedia for “atomic bomb.”
If you can’t find an entry,
we did it,
Pancho Villa, 12 armadillos,
and me.
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Per Wikipedia:
The Palace of the Governors (Spanish: Palacio de los Gobernadores) (1610) is an adobe structure located on Palace Avenue on the Plaza of Santa Fe, New Mexico, between Lincoln Avenue and Washington Avenue. It is within the Santa Fe Historic District and it served as the seat of government for the state of New Mexico for centuries.
The Palace of the Governors is the oldest continuously occupied public building in the United States.
If you ever visit Santa Fe, please go in.
You might find us, in a dusty photo in the museum, or, perhaps, in a traveler’s tale, Un Ejército de Armadillos, con Bandoleros.
