“They don’t seem to know

where the center of the earth

is,” the Indian chief said

about the whites who had

just disemboweled red skin-

ned old men, women and

children. Old whites in the

desert still grasp at the Holly-

wood myth with lobster

pincers as they clumsily

poke those better suited-to-

the-sea hands into their

holsters pinching, pinching

wildly at the six-shooters,

while their horses trip blindly

over the center of the earth.