Posted by O'Maolchaithaigh on January 23, 2008
8am. Saturday morning. Phone. Ringing.
Hi! It’s Mark I’ve got a truck
taking the lava rocks to Mt. Taylor today
Three years Mark collected these rocks
just a few each trip
he’d drive 70 miles to see May
she lives near Grants on Oso Ridge.
The rocks are bad luck, May Lee said
don’t mix East flow with West flow
if you do if you do
Enemy of the People may return.
In the Navajo story of creation
the Twins slew the monster –
the one who troubled the People
his blood is black hard sharp.
Mark remembered the tale of the flow
the respect of Navajo for myth
Mark respects tradition
guilt guilt guilty
Love on the rocks too
Could his rocks be cursed?
bad blood between him and May
“Get out” “I’m leaving”
He decided to put things right
return the rock to its home
to the dead lava lake
oh and maybe May would come?
four strong men leather gloves
wheelbarrow rented flatbed
We panted the truck canted.
We drove to Mt. Taylor
(stopped to pee and gas the truck
12 dollars twelve gallons.
or three gallons a-piss).
To the mountain whose blood we carried
unloaded our burden
tossed right, threw left, dumped back
and May helped too.
A black lake of cold liquid rock
old pools glass-smooth sharp
whirls and eddies
frozen in time by the sacred mountain.
A few hundred pounds next to the flow
prodigal shards of blood of the beast
returned to their home
wasteland of unfriendly stone.
Our mission done, we played in the snow
the sky darkened rumbled
flashes split the air
time to go.
Lunch at El Cafecito
green chile stew pie and ice cream
the sky opened water poured
drove 60 miles home
the windows leaked.