something to read from toward the end of July:

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         Snow on the sierra   in Colca
 a decrepit little stall on Commerce Street
 where   on the spine of a bent ash tree
 they nailed the Mammon-sign from Ecuador

  
         leading yokes of oxen into fallow fields
 dragging four-man threshers into great
 cocks of unthreshed wheat   tending
 irrigation valves all night long   saddling

  
         and unsaddling animals   reaping alfalfa and
 barley   grazing vast drifts of pigs   shouldering
 litters of foreign personages   being punched
 in the face and kicked in the kidneys   going down

  
         into mineshafts   doing time in jail making
 rope or peeling huge mounds of potatoes
 while manacled and chained constantly
 suffering from hunger and thirst   almost naked

  
         seeing their wives dragged off   as in the murmur-
 mirror   the antagonist   stands in your way
 until a wolfram tongue-stone's   iron rod
 sinks   magnetic   toward the confusion-room

  
         of rubies   heavier than lead and   4 degrees Kelvin
 in that oven   10 billionths of a meter away
 from your atomic doppelganger   the quantum
 cubicle or   quern-mirage   a little horn or   clover-

  
         leaf nudging several cobalt atoms
 to form the walls of   the elliptical
 corral 20 billionths of an M-prong
 on the surf-face of a copper crystal

  
         I left five cents buried in a corner of the kitchen
 and   because of them I can't be saved   throw in
 another 95¢   pay it for  mass   for my salvation
 scan-tunnels toward   orchard-narod (neglected)