He walked into rooms with one crutch tucked
Under his right arm, always a smile
Stretching across his thick jaw.
Even without two limbs, he was physically powerful,
Broad shouldered, thick muscled.
Looked like he could tear through walls,
Yank down columns.
To protect their family, the Maras
They caught him one night on his way home.
They hacked off his arm, his leg.
Left those limbs lying on the warehouse floor.
They told him that if he ever came back,
They would chop off his head
In front of his family.
Taught him how to use the limbs he had left.
Safe in the country, but Carlos
Didn’t want to be here, in the US,
As just one more “illegal”
Healing him at no charge to him.
He thanked his wife for getting his daughters safe.
Mostly, he thanked God, for giving him
The peace and the strength
To go back and preach the word of salvation
To those who had taken his right leg
And his left arm.