the valley is in northeastern Arizona where one of the largest power centers in this hemisphere is being built
Sheep and woman.The long brown and red landlooming unto the horizon. Breathe in so deeply.
Tsegi,a canyon."Hello" and "Goodbye,"but always Helloand smile.
The old rocks, millions of years old.
A Mohawk camper trailerpulled behind a big white Cadillac.Tourists,the crusaders.
A cop carflashing frenetic orange.Slowwww down. I can'teven remember my license plate number.
And then, suddenlythe Peabody Coal Company.Black Mesa Mine.Open pit.
Power line over the Mountain,toward Phoenix, toward Denver,toward Los Angeles, toward Las Vegas,carrying our mother away.
A sign reads: Open Range.Bulldozer smoke and dust risefrom the wounded Mountain.
A PLAGUE ON ALL YOUR DAMN HORSEPOWERA PLAGUE ON YOUR KENNECOTT COPPER BLIGHTS
The old rocks, millions of years old.
Horses grazing, quietly.A skinny black one throws his headat the sky, at the wind.
The Yeiand hogans and the Peopleand roadside flowersand cornfields and the sageand the valley peace,they are almost gone.
