the black-scaled lizard
clinging to the whitewashed trunk,
-black beans on tortillas
distant firecrackers
crackle like raindrops on leaves.
grackles sweetly sing.
yesterday the devil
was burned, today the virgin
is honored with bombs.
we sit in circles,
patiently wait for spirit’s
voice to fill our hearts.
english or spanish,
ki’che, kaqchikel, or mam
bomb blasts are banished.
