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,"
loose from a workshop of calculating minds envisioning
this event centuries ago in feverish caldrons boiling up
and raining down fish, toads, chickens, cats...
before such sour green rocks,
in frequencies battering reverently shaded eyes--
how many Trinitys led to this site?
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.
would think poem breaking apart a heart beyond