Mexican Desert

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Mexican Desert

The belching ghost-wail of the locomotive

trailing her rattling wooden tail

into the jazz-band sunset.вБ†вАКвБ†вА¶

The mountains in a row

set pinnacles of ferocious isolation

under the alien hot heaven

Vegetable cripples of drought

thrust up the parching appeal

cracking open the earth

stump-fingered cacti

and hunch-back palm trees

belabour the cinders of twilight.вБ†вАКвБ†вА¶