Raza Cosmica

The Martian,
unaware of its mejicanida,

has horrible dreams
of jaguars

as it sleeps
against a wall,

pyramids startle her
into a deeper sleep,

her haven,
her long sleep

inside the Face
has blown wide open

as if a hurtling rock
from space has demanded space.

Where do these creatures
come from,

from what wayward moons?
She can not see

her connections to them.
She does not know

they are
her descendants.
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New Ernest Hogan short story
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