somewhere in the north
snow lies at your feet

the avifauna still gather
upon the roof
where you would scatter crumbs
for them, our broken bread
mumbling about a one loaf love

i am having tequila for breakfast
the parrots argue 
over my scrambled eggs
we are all cannibals here
we are survivors

the jungle and i
we have come to terms
and one of those is
somewhere in the north
snow lies at your feet


         San Blas   92