Oje con los dessalladores. br Beware the developers. br br Here's a photo br of poplar saplings and sagebrush colonies br that were never here. br See the ant hills and hares br that were never here. br br Here's a photo br of the naïve New World natives, br startled at the sight of horses and muskets, br barely flinching behind ancient eyesight br at the blades and blood, br for the aliens are angry gods. br br Oje con los dessalladores. br Beware the developers, br cajoling the mayor into outlandish goosestepping br drinking at the lacquered bar br on expense accounts, br removing their ties and cufflinks br at the end of a grinding day, br knowing, as they grunt in personal toilet stalls, br that the angels sing for them. br br Oje con los dessalladores. br Beware the future. br If you are a conquistador br you scrape your brain br of poplar saplings and sagebrush colonies. br You boil the ants and hares br In the oil pans of backhoes. br You understand the need br to slash the throats of New World natives, br to bind them with strange words and deities, br and transform them into grotesque effigies br that shine like trophies br and wear death masks and cufflinks.