the Curse


 Navajo crosses 

Call to me in the moonlight 

I smoke myself past midnight 

And drink whiskey 

Until my throat remembers fire 

Santa Fe is asleep 

The Sangre de Cristos

Watch without speaking 

I say his name 

Once 

And let the wind take it 

I can not tell

If I am cursed 

Or cursing him 

Two ghost horses 

Pull against the dark 

One toward him 

One away 

Then 

One breaks free 

And the mountains keep the secret 

Like they always do 



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