He would appear and disappear
without a sound
Would stare at the stars
all night long
Sleep on the cold desert floor
Eat peyote buds
and sing war songs
He was rich
in all the nothing he had
Identified as a thunderbird
The animal spirits
were sacred in his world
Asked about gold
and he would scorn
Holding up water
the most precious
in all forms
I called him Navaho
        NO !
Call me Dineh !
So I did

I am scared that you won't like
The ugly parts of me
The parts I am ashamed of
The parts I try to hide

Somehow they come out so easily
With a single thought or memory
Ironically I'm still an open book
I've revealed it to you, my crumpled heart
Like damaged goods, a cracked plate
Not everything is honeysuckle sweet
There are darker parts to me

What are we doing?
but siding with the beast
kids crying out of fear
feared to shed a tear
mother's lying on floor
with their blood covering
the sea.

what are we doing?
kids stunned to death
whether to realize whats real
or not real.
fathers running away
with full speed.


kids feasting with there own
fear confused with this
collision


A world
thats feasting with blood
and tears.


                           --Ismahan