The Land Is Us
The Land Is Us by Nelson Alburquenque
hūzíwí waking, spiky ivory scarlet legs emerging under silky deep burrow ancient nightmare web hūzíwí arms rumbling, lava blood summoning as veins bulge dripping molten dread while finger bark rots fish bone and plastic hen hūzíwí chest broadening, …
“Old dogs of Taos, dream off wounds – together they sleep in shade under clouds, dozing off sunshine in the long shadow of the old earth house.”