Listen, my children, and
clear the cedar smoke from your ears,
the firelight from your eyes.
Lean back and gaze
Gaze into the darkness
until you may better see the stars.
For it is in the stars
that you may catch his shape
and when you are bent and crippled
(like I am now)
know him as I foretold his coming.
Listen!
And I will tell you of what lies beneath
his white shell
in terms you will know and understand.
He is thunder.
The downpour breaks
under the weight of his voice.
He is the tsunami.
The white horses crash
under the whip in his arm.
He is the quake.
The tremor that ripples
under the pound of his boot heel.
He is the hunter.
The predator that vows
under the sheep hide you need not fear.
He is Modern Man.
The bloodtide that comes
under the guise of knowledge.
He will take our ancient earth
and call it "New World"
yet seek to make it like his old one.
He will make slaves
of man and beast.
**** and eat more than
his stomach needs.
****** his brother
for sport or pride or money.
He will promise much
and deliver only lies.
He will, with good intent,
bring you gifts
guns
alcohol
disease
clothes
dishonor
He will, without a thought,
take your "gifts"
food
land
women
beasts
blood.
You do not understand these things yet, my children.
But someday you will.