I ache like an Indian sometimes
Thinking ‘bout the ways we fail
Carving a scar in our harvest
Pouring poison down our well
When we woke up in a war that’s for
Feeding some big monster’s thirst
We shook and shivered with a lust that must
Blind the sky and eat the Earth
(Down in dusky places
That mostly go unseen
A face becomes a trumpet and then
Screams)
Isn’t there an Indian in you
Weeping for a ruined way
To be true as a sunrise
A sky of life betrayed and slain
Can’t you feel that it’s here somewhere
Like shadows in the desert hills
Hear it hissing in the dice you toss
Groaning in your gambler’s thrills
(I know you know the notion
To give them all they’re owed
But all you have to give to them is
Soul)
Spirit laughter lingers after
Body loses life (HA HA HA!)
Souls among us soon become us
No thing ever dies (HA HA HA!)
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