A Tongue in the Mouth of the Dying

One Man’s Name: Colonization of the Poetic, ii.

ONE MAN’S NAME: COLONIZAT ION OF THE POETIC ii. The night we stood in a circle around you, a god, poetry rising like fire to meet our mouths, you asked about the babies I’ve birthed. Wine-heavy, wise, gold-seeking god, you redheaded Cortéz in a circle: you ask about my babies, ask if they carry one man’s name. The white hair on your chest fingers me closer, your gold blood, gold chain, feathered serpent in the skin of an old man: I waited for you: Wineheavy me, Malinchista. 11 ...