sonora (afterthought)

from by peter j hochstedler

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in the deserts of sonora
at the turning of my mind
I was bound in a bed of crooked-necks
I was rotting on the vine

dusk on the mountains
blood from a thorny tree
and the deserts of sonora—
they listen silently

oh, you fools at your helm of history
and you fools with your books and guns
and you fools with your sweet nostalgia--
you think you can undo what’s already been done?

gourds, they are blossoming!
gods, they are bloated and bleed!
in the deserts of sonora
they return their love to me

and the deserts of sonora--
they listen unspeakingly

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from desert EP, released June 18, 2012

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