Monday, November 24, 2008

Gila Monster



Gila Monster

Harlot's Song


Pitiable prostitute though I am
my soul flowers with evening;
though I am whore,
my heart flowers

around those two stones standing there
came a black wind roaring
driving the birds
back and forth fluttering

On the top of that white place there
green frogs are singing
under blue clouds

so many singing.


Pima Medicine Song

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