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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