Chamán by Charlotte Mackenzie

They gouged out my eyes.
I do not bleed. Cruel sneer.
Soy de Guerrero.
Cracked, battling through time.
Hombre de conocimiento, God on Earth, Hechicero.
The Gringos got me next…
Throckmorton Fine Art, Nueva York.
Soaring, constellations, a black and green cosmos.
I am cool, smooth to mortal touch.
Blood, smoke, power.
Unctions, wisdom, offerings for my knowledge.
No mercy.

‘Chamán’ is Spanish for Shaman


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