This is the place
Where the end fell into itself
We were there as it looked back toward us
With our empty bells and our souls
Burning in the hills
We arrived in a boat made by a quivering child
Everything fallen out of our mirrors
As we taste the first days
And the last….
They sit where horsemen have passed
Moisture rising from
the hoof prints….
Owl dreams hovering above them….
on a rainy mountain road near grove Oklahoma
A dead black one lifted its glistening wing
As I passed…..
In a haunted mansion in France
I closed the bathroom mirror the limp wings
And vacant eyes behind me….
These are the ones that chose us….
And will sit with us
While only our shadows remain
and our bones have melted away….
Thursday July 16
“You are not a wolf
And this is the land of wolves now….”
Sicario the film 2015.
Long before winter these ones sent
Their tracks looking for you….
The black dog sits among you
Its crimson eyes turned toward you
They will ask you to come out
Whether by your stench of hatred or evil fear
They sit in the blackness where you sleep
They will rise as darkness to enshroud you
They know who you are…..
We are among you
Dog soldier poem for enemies.
Mahago domiutz tsistsistas
It is a long journey
It is the world’s dream of us
The footprints that have led away are our own
We watched them leaving
In the silences that have taught us to be still
While the wind howled…..
It is not itself
We sit in its dampened rooms
Born so far away from ourselves
Looking back over our winged shoulders
Where the long journey began….
Painting with words
For Paul klee
From the stronghold
Nah he in eh woh ha doh
Ehoi yah ja oh gnaw ni dot
Edo no vo oh komeh eh tista
Nah moghda Veho
Davi idon ha aht ighiv
Hoiv ay ya dnot neuts
Eyo sidon he tista
I feel them out there
They sit under a dark sky
Waiting for coyote or Indian
Or black man
Night holds its fist in their eyes
The prairie now grown darker
Turns its face away….
Dog soldier poem
For Robbie McMurtry, Chantel Moore, Sarah Circling Bear, Zachery Bear Heels,
Jacqueline Slayers, George Floyd, Mahivist Goodblanket….a list too long to publish here.
From the stronghold
Cheyenne nation of Oklahoma
June 6, 20
a soft rain caresses
In a field of death in the Amazon
A dark heron stands on one leg
Among the dampened toys
And feathers of prayer
dead zone poem one
At the well of solitude
Where the dead and the living link hands
At the side of an abandoned road
We see when the clouds open and the sun
They are smiling….
Whispering of windows shuttered
On an unknown plain….
The ones with ghosted eyes
Within our dreamtime
the bones melt on the window pane…
And the one song that has followed us
All this way…
Poem for not turning away
Bologna 14 apr 20