From Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings, by Joy Harjo
REPORT FROM THE EDGE OF A TERRIBLE REGIME
The sky aches with primordial dark
As it prepares to give birth to light —
— A chuk chuk of gecko song —
And a young trade wind follows another
Through the screened house over
The green mountain ridge that wears a cape of clouds.
Down the hill in Chinatown
A sailor sodden with drink and fight
Zips up from a piss.
He curses everything he stumbles against
In the flower ruins.
One god breaks against another.
And so it is.
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