(20 minute poetry)

Peace letters to Cochise
forked trails
forked tongues

watch the arrows come
bullets from the gun

the ink ran dry
as the dead passed by
and again
peace letters to Cochise.

In the happy hunting ground
buffalo run

like water off a duck's back,

we all make fun of that uniform
the cavalry find it funny too

wonders will never cease

peace letters to Cochise.