Lying in Wait
This is inspired by the Native people of this country and the diluted history that has served to cover up the truth behind European Colonization. The Great Plains are a sacred place and have been for thousands of years. The Eurpoeans killed off and drove out the buffalo that were the Native peoples’ greatest resource. This was the ripple effect that created a catalyst for the Natives as famine, disease, and warfare rifled through the land. One by one, village by village, tribe by tribe, the Native people were forced into a European way of life or faced death. This poem is a culture testifying to the crimes against humanity.
Black light on a white cow,
Whiskey and rye
A broken feather and a ruffled brow
Where are all the buffalo?
Desolation of the Great Plains
Mother Nature weeps from her springs
Flowing water with piercing blood stains
As the village lies in its ruins
Why did they come?
Crippling silhouette of a demon in an angel’s pelt
Death is their answer to a morning’s sun
Every moon is an impending destiny for bloodshed
Why did they come?
Chanting of a summoning of ancestral beings
For the origins of Coyote shall cast a single pebble
Creating a tidal wave of revelations
This is the end of days in the Great Plains
The people scatter into tiny ants
Disposed of in every direction
There is no victory
Only the forgotten history
Of a culture buried beneath the leaves
and in between the memories of elders flees
The spirit of the people is awakening now
Hiding in the darkness upon the white cow.
No longer do we drink the devil in the glass bottle
And reside in your prison-walled casinos
A resistance is rising
A reckoning becoming
We are educated doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs
The tools you took away
We are using to take back
The time of reclaiming the land is now
We the people, are the black light
Shining on the white cow