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.
