CURANDERO

Beneath prickly pears in this town of brujas
A tight fistful of herbs clutched close to my heart
My blanket’s crimson protects me from curses
A hat shields me from sun and the evil eye

A tight fistful of herbs clutched close to my heart
Feet plugged into the hot breath of the earth
A hat shields me from sun and the evil eye
Under curds of cloud, colour of nausea

Feet plugged into the hot breath of the earth
Keyed in silence, prayer in bottle
Under curds of cloud, colour of nausea
Rosemary and basil sweeten the heat

Keyed in silence, prayer in a bottle
My blanket’s crimson protects me from curses
Rosemary and basil sweeten the heat
Beneath prickly pears in this town of brujas