runes in the flooded street

sea's dice drown an

ear's slept wind a

gland held high toward

a spilling moon ¡ O glass

paths ! writ with

blood a shark's codex

“you saw it coming” on

your knees ,the big rig

Quetzalcoatl writing the

suburbs buried in

locusts and mud ,car

toons of roofs and

parking lots a pyramid

crowned with cigarette

butts and Signs of Rain

this was the prophet of twins

After Ivan Argüelles' “Epitaph in the

Rain” & “Image of Valum Votan”