The conqueror rode into our village
on a white horse
just as had been prophesied
and I lowered my head as though the dirt
held some last grainy magic
wondering what had been done to so offend
the star people
and when our women were lead away
in irons
not a single man cried because
that was the way
knowing the skulls of our sky children
would weep for us
long after they were
discovered.
