Death of their era through hatch or open eaves
bone rasps and the staccato clatter sporting wings of vivid bug repellent
to backstrap looms, one end newborn, the fledgling house must be fed
blood spattered on incense is set against villains of weather and wildlife
to curl into the blue heavens, beckoning the rich green of new life
smoke-blackened color-washed village of faith the cycle of sustaining corn
royal artist-scribe setting about his sacred uproar
the low lament of the gods and their cosmic spiderweb
throb of a great wooden drum and passports by flashlight gaps in the rusted-out floor
severed heads, torn fingernails, land is sad and faded
the vanquished are dragged by their hair from the chaos in the female realm