For the next several days
Zepata and Dayo only hear each other's
Sounds as they shout encouragement
To each other, Zepata with Irena
In the cabin, and Dayo and his mare
In the hastily-constructed quonset
A barn of sorts
For Zepata the amigos will do anything
And Zepata wants Dayo to have a roof over his head
For when they’re are at rest
So the amigos dragged corrugated steel
Sections up the mountain for Dayo’s
Shelter
It had to be steel because Dayo when he
Is with his mare destroys wood
Structures
Beats them to the ground
So intensely as with all things
Approaches and executes El Dayo
So great a hoe-worse there never was
Now this is the thing for Zepata and El Dayo:
Irena and the mare are not playthings
For the two stallions’ rest and relaxation
Oh yes, they are that
But when there is liberation work to be done
Against the Federalis and wealthy land-owners
In the lower lands
They ride together at random times as a foursome
To keep Irena’s and Mare’s
Blood up
And in the same way
To keep Zepata’s and Dayo’s blood up
For in MayHee Ko blood is everything
Something of Zepata and Dayo
Has gotten inside of Irena and Mare
Making the latter as furious fighters
Fierce and likewise indefatiguable
In all ways and everywhere
As the former
After six days of jousting retreat
A mirror flashed from down below
Tomorrow signaled the compadres
Come tomorrow
Bring the dynamite
Bring the women
Saw-dight comforts Zepata
We have one more night here
Irena pours red wine and uncovers
The leetle creek-et cages she made
During Zepata’s absence
And the creek-ets, from down below where
Irena gather them
Good and true Mexican bawgs
Begin to sing
Begin to lull Zepata
The music of them so much he did love
And Irena in the dusk lights a candle
And oils her lithe body with a concoction
Of her own:
Rosewater for a base, then added equal measures
Honeysuckle nectar, axle lubricant blended
With saddle mink oil and Witchhazel heated over
Candle flame to bring out the scent
To flood the cabin with the scent
Her long and slick black mane wound
Into a wreath and secured with catgut
From her guitar case
Already Dayo’s hooves were punishing
The Quonset
A primeval sequence which incited
Zepata’s pituitary
Incited Zepata to shout encouragement
To his faithful steed from their distance:
Oh-lay, Dayo, Old Hoe-worse
Ah-ha-ha ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha ha-ha
Rejoins Dayo
They think alike these two
In so many different ways.
[6-1-98]
Zepata and Dayo only hear each other's
Sounds as they shout encouragement
To each other, Zepata with Irena
In the cabin, and Dayo and his mare
In the hastily-constructed quonset
A barn of sorts
For Zepata the amigos will do anything
And Zepata wants Dayo to have a roof over his head
For when they’re are at rest
So the amigos dragged corrugated steel
Sections up the mountain for Dayo’s
Shelter
It had to be steel because Dayo when he
Is with his mare destroys wood
Structures
Beats them to the ground
So intensely as with all things
Approaches and executes El Dayo
So great a hoe-worse there never was
Now this is the thing for Zepata and El Dayo:
Irena and the mare are not playthings
For the two stallions’ rest and relaxation
Oh yes, they are that
But when there is liberation work to be done
Against the Federalis and wealthy land-owners
In the lower lands
They ride together at random times as a foursome
To keep Irena’s and Mare’s
Blood up
And in the same way
To keep Zepata’s and Dayo’s blood up
For in MayHee Ko blood is everything
Something of Zepata and Dayo
Has gotten inside of Irena and Mare
Making the latter as furious fighters
Fierce and likewise indefatiguable
In all ways and everywhere
As the former
After six days of jousting retreat
A mirror flashed from down below
Tomorrow signaled the compadres
Come tomorrow
Bring the dynamite
Bring the women
Saw-dight comforts Zepata
We have one more night here
Irena pours red wine and uncovers
The leetle creek-et cages she made
During Zepata’s absence
And the creek-ets, from down below where
Irena gather them
Good and true Mexican bawgs
Begin to sing
Begin to lull Zepata
The music of them so much he did love
And Irena in the dusk lights a candle
And oils her lithe body with a concoction
Of her own:
Rosewater for a base, then added equal measures
Honeysuckle nectar, axle lubricant blended
With saddle mink oil and Witchhazel heated over
Candle flame to bring out the scent
To flood the cabin with the scent
Her long and slick black mane wound
Into a wreath and secured with catgut
From her guitar case
Already Dayo’s hooves were punishing
The Quonset
A primeval sequence which incited
Zepata’s pituitary
Incited Zepata to shout encouragement
To his faithful steed from their distance:
Oh-lay, Dayo, Old Hoe-worse
Ah-ha-ha ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha ha-ha
Rejoins Dayo
They think alike these two
In so many different ways.
[6-1-98]
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