Amphora in rocks. Kachina of fur and rust. The land here seemed burned out & wasn't; just no lushness of green, verdigris, leaves in sweet rot or swamps. I don't belong and won't, perhaps only less foreign than the natives. INDIANS: Zuni, Navajo, Jicarilla, Papago, Mescalero Apache, Hopi. Aliens. That range is owned by cone-nosed beetles, cattle, scorpion and snake and the mines. A few deer, javelinas, quail, mountain thrush and jackrabbit. Frightened. I count and point. Beware. Just off the road's shoulder is wilderness and finally Mexico and peopless. And too much sun. I want to go home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 17 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |