The streets here look like newly paved black gold

Lined with moss speaking conquistador’s beards

The Americas aging to god knows what

And the conquests have hardly begun.

Today brought carriages running up the boughs of trees

Forward through all directions, endlessly.

Mother Progress weeps dumbfounded, abandoned.

To all Copper and Clay

I address this new age, and I salute your flexibility.

Night no longer possesses inhuman demons.

Only true light.

Sweat cools in this heat.

Heat the Spanish ate

While the nude west sweats before the smartly kindled flame.

Insects tilt their noise towards gilded leaf.

…Elephants still cross the Alps, I’m sure

And Hannibal unites banners of several gods

With few words sans promitto.

…Impossible for this to be the same sun!

Our native sun pale green, as copper at sea!

We have been cleaned, abolished of our heir!

Lex talionis padme hum…