Sun-baked bricks glared as the rings of gold on a serpent's crown conjured by Conquistadors winding north, driving south centuries later, a legion of Ph.D.s braved this wizened path, bringing "the Apollonic sun gone mad,"


Turned loose from a workshop of calculating minds envisioning this event centuries ago in feverish caldrons boiling up and raining down fish, toads, chickens, cats...

never before such sour green rocks,
in frequencies battering reverently shaded eyes--
how many Trinitys led to this site?


Three curses were cast from this direction, the first was snaked with wires, long tongues of lightning forking aroundl Medusa's hair winched up high on a steel tower.

He would think poem breaking apart a heart beyond mending.