Donald Trump: Terroristic Man-Toddler
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1920's style gas protector
Been around a long time
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More KD Cat
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KD flattened
With visitor
With Jack-O
Licks chops in a blur
Does her Halloween dance
With Wis Guthrie's dirt god
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Stormy weather
bronze horse by Bart Walter, Maryland
ZEPATA AND EL DAYO
Instalment VI
The expected storm arrives
Just before dawn
Zepata and Irena
Pull the tarp down
upon them
It was either that or
have it blown away
So high were the
winds
This pattern was a frik
Zepata say to Irena
He nevair see one
like
Cyclonic winds seem
to blow
Around and around the
mountain
A stream-rinsed red
union suit
Hanging on a
makeshift line blew off
Only to return
fifteen minutes later
From the opposite
direction
It had traveled
around the mountain
In the whirling wind
Daylight slowly comes
But the rain and
crying wind does not let up
El Dayo appears at
their active
Bundle of tarp and he
sounds
His battle call
Zepata and Irena look
out from inside
Their waterproof
canvas
Cocoon of love
Raising himself again and again
On his powerful hind
legs
Dayo gives a primeval
stallion battle cry
At the sky daring it
to strike
Him with lightning
His bulging eyes
blazing
Zeus himself might refrain
From hurling a bolt
at such a
Dreadnaught
For fear El Dayo
would catch it
In his frothing
gaping maw
And hurl it back
Zepata calls out to the drenched
Beast
Issy Boy issy
Go get Mare
We liff in half an hour
Soon Dayo and Mare
stand waiting
And the terrible
storm
Finally relents
Zepata checks the
dynamite
Eet is try he
proclaims
And with Irena breaks
camp
Vowing never to
forget that storm
The jump-started Mexican saviour
Ponders its portent
Now mud is their greatest danger
It is too risky to
ride
So Zepata and Irena
walk
Beside their mounts
All morning they
descend
In this way
In the early afternoon
They discover that
the storm
Did not happen at the
lower
Altitude
It had been a
mountaintop
Electric cyclone only
Like nobody ever saw
before
Zepata thinks it must
Have been a sight to
see
From down below
And indeed the
compadres
Had often looked up from
their campsite
And thought of Zepata
and Irena
And offered prayers
for their safekeeping
The waters that had
rushed
Down the mountain
Were torrential
And the air had taken
on
A charged crispness
Following the high
winds
That had swirled
through
The compadres'
tentative repose
Zepata who was a
simple
Indian with cause and
effect
Thought patterns at
root
Divined the storm had
been
Stirred by the
pro-creative
Madness
Exhibited by humans
and horses
In the night
After all, he mused
If a little Zepata or
Irena
Was being conceived
Or a foal to match or
even
Exceed Dayo and
Mare's
Powerful exhuberances
Should it not storm?
These were all
natural things
To the mind of Zepata
For himself he knew
That the
inflammations
Stirred by Irena and
her axle oil
Produced energy that
not even
He could fully
combust
Try as he might
He thought as he
watched
Her riding ahead of
him
Here was an exciting
fuel
That could never be
burned
Completely
Irena possessed a
life force
That commenced as
female
Gateway of life
physiology
That which every
woman has
But in Irena's
instance
A bellows of only
guessed-at origin
Had blown her womanly
propensities
Into a conflagration
whose
Raging flames licked
The highest clouds
Changing weather
patterns
The Indians knew
The northern lights
were caused
By a woman such as
this
In the north there
was such a woman
And in other parts
Of the world
Rainmakers, storm-causers
Interacting with
mighty men
Their powers are
released
This is what Zepata
believed
How could he not
believe it
As he watched Irena's
Buttocks ahead of him
Nudging and shunting
The hand-tooled
saddle
He had rubbed to
smoothness himself
And presented to his
Real Woman
It must be time for
siesta
He mused
Irena felt his eyes
upon her
And she smiled
without turning
[dzd 7-23-98 ]
