several flanks cured over night as the fire died
and the morning filled up the lowlands
and brought resonance to the pampas
with the quick stitch of silver rodolfo woke and sat up
Rodolfo alone on the planes the last bits of smoke fled the fire
and he had start chewing on them all day long as a dog may gnaw on a bone
perfecting extraction and toil
his jaw hurt
(propping himself with his left)he cradled his jaw with the softeness of his forefingers on his right hand
he had begun to grind his teeth at night and
in the day while his caninines might tear the flesh
his molars must soften the meat
kneading the rough muscle the porcelain parts
he saving a dizzying anemia
in order to be largely wrought with iron
his horse waited carlessly
dressed for riding
he proded the fire and placed his last pieces of dried ombu to burn
he knelt and put on the water to heat for his tea
he crushed some dried yerba mate leaves to steep
and placed one between his teeth
moistened it with his spit
the bitters struggle on his tounge
the extracts seeps to his teeth
the billow enters his blood stream
rodolfo cut a strip from his dried beef flank
breathing thorough his nose as he chewed
staring at the fire he favored the right side of his mouth
perfecting extraction and toil
which might finally satisfy his mastication and assuage the throbbing in his mouth
Rodolfo drew his hand across the grain of the horses his hide
still working a piece of sinew he winced, spit, his blood swirls with his saliva
with the posture of a horse rider
Rodolfo rode amongst the grasses of the pampas
the open fields the long drought
his body absorbing the gait
the tread of miles
with terrible efficency
and precision his vertabrae fused with his horses
his torso met the short hairs
his inards mingling
his arms filled with horse blood
he flicked his tail
his hindquarters muscled defined and honey
the curve in his chest matching that in his spine
capturing of pride without disdain
a remarkable marriage
his legs were corrdinated
and not weakened as a faun
he sped without crop or cane
with purpose and negligance
he toppled the giants of patagonia
he destroyed pizzaros cavalray
and all kings that tried to tame him
blooming with purport
and all the while the low brush of thistle reminding him of his speed
the pruple blush of lupine acknowledging his restraint
and the flowers that covered the foot hills remained small and brilliant
thrown as floods of eddies in his wake
with the crust of the andes large and ominous in the distance
as he covered the full range of Huayna Capac
his hoofs tossing gold
his flight a privelage
he tried to shed his diet and rely on the fertile grasses of the pampas
if he pity on his heartland than it may pity him
hoping his digestion might have fused as the spine of these shirtless riders
but the meat curdled in his equine stomach
the grasses flattend in his hominid mouth
his jaw grew tired
and the grasses grew longer
and the cattle grew bolder
he soon drew weakness from his speed and lust from his freedom
the plume bold and draught
exauhst sting and choking
the blood into water
the more one wrestles the faster they die
rodolfo patted his horse
pampas grass spun in his bowel
his intestine intact
he chewed on a tea leaf
he was here
his jaw hurt like hell
he must address the herd