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Listen to the Codex
Did she ever use that word? You couldn’t hear the – and her sister. Her brother died – answer, or the word, but the tone was forceful. And her sister. The Mayan god kept a record. How did he decide the code? Each family’s land and crops. Was it her sister who jumped off the highway 15 and 10 crossover bridge? In Ontario at rush hour? The freeway blended from cinnamon clouds to an icy wing. She could fly to the grid. By marking an X inside each rectangle. Dashes next to the rectangle indicated adult family members. The air felt like piercing rain. Was it because her brother died? Is there a word for these emotions? Dots showed the children. Ice held her close. Have you used it? Sirens and helicopters non-stop. Propellers over your studio sounded like they would come into the vibrating room. Too cloudy and humid for a fire. With his shield and arrows he protected the land of maize. The roadway paper. Until the foreigners came in rough deception and tore his people. You couldn’t hear the answer. He kept a record. Life ended before the fates cut the thread. The rare blue pigment he used on the last page of the codex hidden in a cave survived. A forceful tone.
Pink Claws and Red Thread
After “Strength” by Sabro Foster
Your hands grasped rusted
Bars inside the belly
Of a crow
Stolen or halted
Buried in thirst
Prison Locked up
You had felt safe
Now tried to escape
On the confusion of crow –
Shape shifter pink claws
And red thread
Controlled the golden
Key You don’t
Know if it’s the right one
The red Madonna washed
Her journal and retrieved the page
About her grandfather's death.
Ink bled. Clouds formed towers
Over the columns on grandfather's grave.
Now his remains settled and made
Light for this cemetery. Sorry, I've been
busy the last couple of days, she said.
Placed roses carnations across
The red Madonna met up with the self-healing
Robot. His cells sparked like city lights
On cement sun mist edge.
The robot had numbers to atone for a name.
He stored digital artifacts and held
Her family secrets inside his copper cage.
The red Madonna struck
A triangle. Chink. Bang. Ting.
Metallic vibrations healed the robot's
Weak heart. A red light beamed on his
Welded hand warning her not to touch
The Jeffrey Pine her grandfather used
To climb. Scrape. Swish. Shush. He never
Broke his bones. Did not need a rod
In his arm of bruised and yellowstained skin.