pan de muerto

═••• kíimil in the salt ed

clouds a frozen lake un

danced water black with

fugues' round-eyed death

bursts thru rainy macaws'

green tongues swirl wormy

cenote's depth an eye drowned

in space 13 miquiztli a

moon ticking in the drugstore's

clock STEP ACROSS THE

TWISTING SAND unthink yr

damp language snarled in

thursday which was friday a

mask found for the name of war

face reversal en tu torta de lengua

Found in Ivan Argüelles' “The Date Was

Thirteen Death” and “Día de los Muertos”