"The Promise

These make the last few embers of dinosaur sunlight.
This will be a legendary day: we were so free,
so bold, so murderous. Our mayfly-brief
glory will be unsurpassed & the talon
of our joy has marked the spot indelibly.

What is there more to say? We touched the stars
but our hearts were not touched. Our first resort
was annihilation. Waking now, we still won’t label
this fury of a pastime anything but innocence.

What wonder if our trinkets, that litter the earth,
when they work no more, become bleak plethora
of talismans? Holding them now, our karma upon us,
we still want to click on a window & do it over."

--Lor*tta Mod*m, Who Mov*d My Art of War? (n. d.)



Among th* Yanomami.


"And how long could the people of the world survive, walking through the ashes of their languages, having little clue now to their thoughts and feelings, not knowing how to bring new languages to birth?" --Jan*t Fram*, Th* Carpathians (1988)