Narco

Highway of Death — the indifference

of snakes. Sky is ripe and everywhere

the colors are breaking. ¿Quién es el jefe

más jefe? In the filmy stillness, Possum-face

carries a bucket of heads and spills them

like marbles. La yerba, el polvo, las piedras — 

Rompe-madres, gazing at mountains

the color of elephant skin, pulls a woman

from a bus and onto the thorns and dirt:

White hiss of heat. Hummingbirds. Milkweed.

A pack of spotted horses look to the foaming

moon. May God bless you all and lead you

toward righteousness. Under the final gash

of light, Rompe-madres wipes the sweat

from his eyes, and ties her panties to a creosote bush — 

a colony of vultures waiting for its tribute.