Here’s a peak into what’s inside the haunting:
The Appearance of Jose Sanchez
In the madness of a midnight, in the depths of Boyle Heights,
In the coolness of a summer moon, in the endlessness of night,
Came the shade of Jose Sanchez, reaching fingers spectral dead
Through the breast of Madre Mia, till he stroked her heart and said,
“Tormented scream! Tormented, scream! It’s all I’ve left here now to do.
“Yet unrequited tortured longing has somehow reached out to you!
“Quickly rise then, Madre Mia, strain thine ear through darkened black,
“For I feel the chains already pulling down to bring me back!”
Frightened startled Madre Mia, with a chill beneath her rib,
Jolted up from ‘neath her pillows; joined the dead who cannot live;
Smelt the sulfer, felt the heat, felt the anguish, felt the pain,
Felt unable to determine felt she his or her own shame.
Till her walls unleashed their burden from those many wrenching nights
In a thousand pleas of sorrow wailing through with soulish might,
“Mi hijo muerto, mi hijo muerto, eres tu, eres tu?
“Horible! Horible para siempre! Is this to be what’s left of you?”
“Enough, enough, oh, Madre Mia!” Jose hastened to his cause;
Jose rushed on to his purpose, Jose gave no heed for pause.
“It is not for me I stand here, no, the time for me has gone!
It is for mi hermanito! Marco must.. not.. be.. raised.. wrong!”
“Yea, in the pain, oh, still consistent, in the sorrowing, in the screams…