Once I came to you,
Ragged Atlantean, I was crow.
Your soft women like spears,
And the jungle drugs,
As if to match the pyramids,
Drove me far
As I assembled you
And the intersections about
Your equatorial wisdom,
Spanning the lines
And times
To Contras
And my LA incarnations,
Tibet notwithstanding.
Never-the-Less
We drank and killed
And war paint marked our edges
And reed to the medicines spun
In your jungles that took me
As Atlantis sank in her arrogance,
Her wings of such potential;
But we men, women,
Were content
With sun and fish
And the Christ's
Who visit such a bright life
And walk the waves
To teach us leaving.
We failed and sit now
With Reagan's idiots,
So close to us both:
Virginia and the Baca,
All reeling to remember
What we took.
I am full of the white man's blubbery attitude,
The bounty of his ironic karma,
The inheritance of the New Mexico power lines,
Binding both you and me and the other surfaces
Of land and tree,
And mysterious winds,
Who assemble so furtively along the borders
Only imagined and crossed by Arjuna,
Asuras, and Hyundais.
Yes,
I am a yuppie incarnate
And your people trounce in the jungles
Red with steal from Uncle Sam,
Shot into you,
As our media and baseball
Banish the guilt forever.
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