Pre-Columbian Artifact

There’s a hole in the skull for the sunlight to fall from the visage of God to

a place in the sod, blood flows. 

 Well I’m lying in bed with a hole in my head, but the vessel is filled ­

pharmaceutically chilled ­ exposed to the sun. 

 "New Pre­Columbian Dream." That’s all we’ve been told. 

 I’ve been dreaming of gold, of the bounties untold, like a mystical savage

lusting mythical ravage by crows. 

 While your glory is fading they’ve been patiently waiting for the era to die

and their future arrive ­­ or so we’ve been sold. 

 "New Pre­Columbian Dream." That’s all that we know.