THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Dome Riddle” by Natalie Diaz, one of the poems in When My Brother Was an Aztec: melon, whorehouse, oubliette, wearing, rattle, sleeping, touching, vanilla, mania, bone, smite, spitwad
At the back of a whorehouse, a strange hole bigger than a melon was found. The people were still sleeping, tired from last night’s rattling and reverie. There was a mania for the latest hot rock star who was in the vicinity last night. The way he connected with his fans was really touching.
Some people gathered around the hole. A man wearing his dungarees smote the edge of the hole with a heavy weapon. Others followed and they dug the hole. Inside they found some vanilla coloured bones and artefacts. Experts were called in and after some time, reports were in. They have discovered something historical.