James A. Hawley
	Street of the Dead (Micaotli, from the Nahuatl)      We are of the earth, we are of the dead —  It all darkens.   Flowers are cut. We come covered in dust. The luxuriance of flowers, thy purity   Thy breast — stoney lands —  Something hidden, something created.   Heaven is worthy of being desired & the Old God is worthy   Of being possessed. I run pursuing it. Feed my sheep for me. Micaotli (Street of the Dead)      Titlalloque, ticoquioque —  Tlayouatimomana.   Xochiteco. Titeuhyotiuitzc. Icelica in xochitl, mochipauaca   Melchiquiuhtzin — tetetla —  Tlainayalli, tlachiualli.   In ilhuicatl ca neicoltiloni Yuan in Huehueteotzin   Ca necuiltonoloni. Nictototca. Xinechintlaqualtili in nochcauan.