Discarded sacred systems, Twilight resets the pitch. This time period on Earth Is as much a part of the mystery as We—of whatever happens here. Mother: salt and sangre Whose sweet breast milk exists for the ®evolution Because their soft copper bodies pulled out of me are simply tiny gods Fashioned from my entrails…. We are the warriors As government agents mop up Mars. Supernatural because we’ve embroidered the red dust into our skins. The children are drumming; I am the skin stretched thin. An echo, A transmission, A meme online.
Salt y Sangre