by bl pawelek
when the butterfly
swarm swims
batting their chaos wings
gathering and increasing
with the fruit bees
and the lizards under the rocks
then the mexican mountains
chocolate and jagged tooth burn
the pacific stays far away
on the hills
the people paste their homes
together praying simply
for light rain
young harvest
sweet mercy
the young rimbaud horses
and reuss burros
have worked their lives away
on the west side of these mountains
a side where the sun never sets
and life rots and meanders away
as the water eats the earth
the animals plod away
the soil continues the slide
and the swarm flies higher