Explore "Mexican Desert" by Mina Loy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The belching ghost-wail of the locomotive / trailing her rattling wooden tail / into the jazz-band sunset.
The mountains in a row / set pinnacles of ferocious isolation / under the alien hot heaven / Vegetable cripples of drought / thrust up the parching appeal / cracking open the earth / stump-fingered cacti / and hunch-back palm trees / belabour the cinders of twilight.