Now only the scrag-end of human remains

Whenever I see a death date,

Say 1989, I think in 1986 s/he had three years

Left to live

Except in this case, he was born and died, in 1985.

His blue-blue eyes

Are with me alway.

As night follows day.

He made me  think of the Aztecs

Silky, gossamer, filmy, wind-borne, seeds floating by

High, high, so very, very high, in  the Andes.

........

Fuck those Conquistadors.

And fuck all the mockers and cowards 

Disguise is worse than lies

Don't you think?

Listen to the grass grow

Listen to the lion

Listen to the squirrel’s heart beat

We will die of that roar

Which lies on the other side of silence.