Sheeps' hoofs point away from a land stiffened to a incubus of hot uremic isotopes, acid-leached uranium, polonium and silvery thorium breaching a dam, raising manhole covers far downstream scored with diluvial glyphs .


Kweo Kachina, liquored up leans back, feet dangling over edge, falling from a distance...rebounds as a seamless horizon evolving together with mesas wallowing in russet marl, cacti and mesquite quenching thirst from addled mud.


Clouds haunt this river sacrificed to Apollo's gourd filled with Gods and Beings, all sentient things, sluicing over feral tongues.