Slippery Aztec
fingers. Sábila
smears, loosens grasp.
Too much land
for one
hand. From the burning Culiacán,
to the forests of thorny trees.
The reign of
Tenochtitlan pouring forth
from an angular waterfall
over the steps that now
rush down reflecting
the emerging sun in a single
sinuous line.
The snake of conquest
slides under a horse.
