NV, 1979

for José (562)

when we would play Space Invaders,

we would pretend we were killing hegemony,

whites lowering their legs and heads down at us

while we sweated in a basement in Elko, our

world defending the human race/ reservation

with our green—read: yellow/ brown— skin

and Green Corn Ceremony barriers

and the Game Over came in blood

red, the silence of loss, a silence of the