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