Sweat snaked down his veins as the drums pounded through the dark room with flashing circle lights.
The condor is a part o’ this biological family.
He tried to keep his teeth from chattering.
“¿What is this?”
Our smile widened to the size o’ my cheeks. Brows thickened.
Our wings spread, & then we dive in o’er him, our shadows locking onto him like an opposite spotlight before our feathers do.
Bum buda bum buda bum buda bum…
¡Tune in ‘gain, flesh men!