Thursday, May 05, 2016

careful with that axe, eugene..

Obsidian blades on the temple mounts indiscriminately cut through bone and Blood.
The easterly winds of the huracán whisper lullabies of a divine vengeance.

My Native DNA is etched with emotional checks and balances 
that would put Sumerian tablets to shame.

Tread lightly on this barren landscape, 
as you dance upon your future burial grounds.

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