This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.
Poem
Historia Coyotesca
We have always lived on this yellow earth,
Howling at too red a moon, weeping for the lack of water.
Then each time the blood stained my heart
I felt as helpless and dry as the sand.
...
We have always lived on this yellow earth,
Howling at too red a moon, weeping for the lack of water.
Then each time the blood stained my heart
I felt as helpless and dry as the sand.
...
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