NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 144

By CRISOSTO APACHE The Fold after Greg Delanty My paltriest attempt to find peace inside, as they move in greater numbers, through the arroyos. They turn like a flock of birds undulating in flight. Upon arrival and upon entry they gather towards the far end of the corral as they have always done. My paltriest attempt to find peace inside, where there are no fine wools or beds of flowers, only time that shapes the endless crests, plateaus and safe places to curl when night falls. My paltriest attempt to find peace inside, when it is time for your life to flow, from the slit in your neck to the small violet pools below. You will keep me alive, if you are well prepared with care of skins, internal organs and the range of meats, each signifying a purpose to partake. 142 My paltriest attempt to find peace inside, with this knife in hand, as I feel the quick shake of your final sigh. Before you enter in and become a part of me, you must understand, you must first acknowledge the burden that one day I must commit this violent act but in turn you will save the life, which is mine. BRN-FALL-2013.indb 142 9/13/13 12:48 AM