NV, 1979

Ron Riekki

January 27, 2016

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

ΠΠΠΠ

dead.