Little Colorado River passed several times, running muddy
and slow through cattle country of north Arizona,
of short grasses with knobs of bushes, past
the smokestacks of Joseph City, its power lines running
Kaemon, who was a kindred spirit and had visited
nearby places the poets had made
famous. Before him those
were the notorious silence
of unnamed sites.
the road is Indian Country, where, "'Uncle
asked sadly, 'Why are you?'"
not Land Art, not art made
for the market;
but where Saturn is gulping
his children down.