A Kingdom
not far off of jaguarcrest leaping stars in greens and reds of land and
flesh there a flag has been erected .. white ........... at night in the
susurration of the sorghums 50 missing horses their coats
white ..... still the viceroys insist
....................... la tierra
....................... se los tragó
A Hangman
my hang .. man
........................... says
............................... in
..................... bullet-hell
.................. the crested
......... c a r a ..... c a r a
se
come c * r a z ó n * s d e c * r n e
hold this with you & soon you'll be on the way
to bullet-heaven ........ my hangman says
this .. on
A Horse
cantering 8 chambers further, each more horrible than the last
....................... no rest on the road to bullet-heaven
....................... no eyes to see .. asks for a drink but no tragós til’ heaven
just the trickling
blood w nosource which
spills into his mouth .. (makes his white mane look pink as a scar) &
all-ways .. the devil but not 1
he knows
A Well
some time from then—full of whitewaterwhen they can .. the
subjects drink&drink ‘til their tongues are bleached as bonepick
whitewheat from the fields for their deadsbread theysay sometimes
you can still hear them theysay sometimes
A White Light
passes over them .. & still carries with it
the promise of peace.