Iliana Rocha Poems

There is a machine digging into the earth.
Angels surround
the spot like vultures, curious
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& the sky breaks into gray carnations
after 120 days of drought, while the quartz sand rolls
over itself imitating a wave.
I leave & the mountains are wrinkled
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When Polaris falls, my grandmother
will mourn in the center of the earth, her grief
a giant telescope
...