harmony being prepared for a lifetime of giving. her legs, her heart, her wallet, the doors of her house, always open. 

we yellow and brown people of the first world have traveled to this meeting place / where banks and stocks grow inlaid on the bodies of local people    this a city of / towering doubledeckers    street corners vending pornography overstock

Chiefs searched for an erection, / tested for testes / found only stallion hips / and dollar sequins / Ovaries abducted in the quiet of the night

Have just begun / to bleed today / thought I might be dying / walked barefoot beyond the backyard  / over the cattle guard    hokte /  hokte     honvnwv