Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Ache Like An Indian

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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