Thursday, July 7, 2011





long long ago
when i was a god

the atacameño people
from so. america
brought me 
the spider flowr
with th ceibo 
and cantuta 

i likd their maize 
they hoped i wuld 
grant a rich harvest

but my powers are so small
just tricks, really

very few 
of their peopl remain 
no one still speaks 
the kunza language 
not since 1930 or so

but the flowr survives
and maize
and their names for villages
like calama which means 
town in the midle of the water

they do not
remembr me

5 comments:

  1. Concrete Dog:
    When you speak
    I feel your tale
    touch my heart
    No small trick
    for dogs or gods

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  2. We buried some
    and scattered
    what was left
    around the
    outdoor places
    where he loved
    to walk,
    sniff, sit
    and bask.


    No concrete
    dog to mark
    these spots
    but one
    who brings
    to mind
    the large
    and living
    present of good.

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  3. they do not
    remembr me


    I do.
    With fondness,
    MamaM

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  4. My favorite pets
    Have been the ones
    Which showed up
    Unexpectedly
    Out of the blue
    Then left me with
    (W)holes in my heart
    That won't go away

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  5. Awaiting still
    the immanent
    return of your
    eminence as
    more than memory

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