This morning:
Neighbors loudly left,
Children ramped up,
&& mother short tempered.

My spirit followed them out,
where you were delivering mail,
despite Sunday ritual.

You took me with you to the reservation,
where life slowly goes,
&& days are bright.

The land was empty,
few houses stood,
each full of family,
doing family things,
on a Sunday.

I asked to come in,
&& wished to do my best,
heal the wounds,
of a culture torn apart in the past.

It wasn’t long before my hands,
found the body of a beautiful native,
&& i did my best to treat her right,
to make her feel better.

her family understood,
in heated healing, our bodies covered in sweat,
&& when i left i brushed her cheek,
a golden drop, to fall like a tear.

Then:
i embodied those that i came to help;
Warrior spirit of the west,
once again covered in blood.

You see:
this morning i awoke,
&& fell a little further into it.
All the agony of a peoples spirit,
in one d r a w n-o u t dream,

Both the bottoms of my feet
They had pierced
in the exact place i felt on hers;
the pain of an entire nation,
blood was drawn,
all over Earth’s floor.

i continued to walk,
despite debilitating injuries.

They came looking,
as if to return me to my cage,
but coyote does what it pleases,
&& this time around hell was to be raised.

I penetrated their deepest,
the “conservancy” as they called it,
&& it was almost as if i was welcomed.
(lucidly mistook for a part of the attraction)

Consequently the foreign men,
working the grounds,
opened the gates for me to limp through,
as tears rolled down my face,
&& blood spilled from my bare feet.

It wasn’t long after the guards came looking,
and found the trail of blood,
right back to their viewpoint,
as if they could really see what they had done.

The chase:
found the line they wished least to travel,
and forced my broken body down it,
knowing they would eventually follow.

When i was discovered,
covered in ****,
one man, then two, then five,
all took turns beating my body,

How it hurt, but it’s that i felt!
as i continued to snarl, kick, and break free.
There was no restraining my soul,
even as my corpse was beat ******.

With such a realization it all halted...
subdued sure,
but this spirit was not won,
they were wounded,
&& i, blessed enough to die,

Looking Back:
as if through a playlist,
song on queue: Ceremony.
In remembrance always of this ****** Sunday,

&& forever would coyote make a difference,
&& never would the Warrior of the west,
embody anything but a blood red, setting sun,
&& that is why today,
i did not wake.