zafusy

Heavy-headed, volute
      Lip-sign—
Mimetic of prayer?

Lignite eyes—paralyzed
      On some invisible thing—curse
The foreign tongue.

With fields afull,
      Midnight crater aglow,
Explorers rave

Enluted loculi—
      Bland
Lightning in hand.

Damn weight of earth-core,
      How evade?
Stare & swear 
 
Ancestors’
      Golden Wave
Will rise—arise avenging resurrections.

Mute obituary-tempt
      A
Voodoo.  The days recede in stairs to

Tonatiuh, where
      Forgers
Pick at wings of Quetzalcoatl.

Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino

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