Tales told to me by my grandmother of  the Duende.
as the campfires danced . The black leopard
stood far back in the trees

A ghost in the machine as we describe it today.

Jettisoned by the sun gods
for knowledge of self one little elf.

Now Boogeyman
Hobgoblin.
Troll. A manifestation of all men fear.
To walkabout and scurry in the pale moonlight.
The Duende awaits  the ship in the night sky
lift him up away to the
end of time.