The chief's long skull smoking Pipe
Was filled
With smoke from human capture
With blood from his own scrapings
And with cactus from the western desert,
And as I took a puff....
I kneweth the chief hadst put something magical his mine pipe.....
Because I felt and saw mine soul arise above the Colorado cliffs.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
The chief's long skull smoking Pipe
Was filled
With smoke from human capture
With blood from his own scrapings
And with cactus from the western desert,
And as I took a puff....
I kneweth the chief hadst put something magical his mine pipe.....
Because I felt and saw mine soul arise above the Colorado cliffs.
