waiting for the snake skin to shed
we become the overall song that our mothers and fathers sang
they bled their names on this earth
with hands and feet and backs
this mexico. this nuevo mexico.
this colonized land. whose native tongues
are drifting. getting stuck in dried cedar branches
pancho villa’s peoples came through here and devasted
indigenous land. devasted indigenas. raped and pillaged
indigenous blood. yaqui blood. tarumara . pueblo.
mexican hands pillaging their own red peoples
mexican hands full of red tainted blood.
we have killed over and over. each other.
brothers on top of brothers
killing and raping mothers and sisters
lost in this colonization
forgetting the blood trails before
anasazi . and other temples
rushed through all our bloods
migrating visions of where we have been
where we are going.
we cannot forget
how many times we have burned each other
we can never forget
the mud and blood on our hands
we have to wipe them clean
and build from here.