PROPOSED HIGHWAY

Here in this space in the Garden,
We wait for the day of the highway
To come and cover
Our lands,   and

Trucks,
Heavy with what-not and fumes,
To pass through.

Weep
If you will
For the desert.

Once again its heartbeat falters,
Witnessing
Its ancient road destroyed,
Its sacred path
Desecrated,
The owl and the coyote washed
In blood.