Sunday, April 10, 2016
The City
The Prosecutor told him he was such a small fry
that he wouldn’t think of indicting him if he didn’t
see him every day at the club.
Whereupon, Cliff quit the Lincoln and joined the Sachem.
There, his blood curdling cry became the gold standard
at the ritual scalping.
The very day he became Vice-President, the new Prosecutor
indicted him.
Found guilty, and Maximum John gave him ten years.
But letters from international War-Woops had been read in
court, so he suspended it.
Citing Cliff’s frequent performances at Children’s Hospital.
Labels: Indian, Law, service, stereotrype
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Image
Indians said never
a tornado where two
rivers meet. There,
after the roar, my
fingers prove shredded,
after coiling through
a chain-link fence.
Dare gaze up to a green
broil of sky to see how
a nude woman hangs
from a black rag-
ged tree by her long,
so-bright hair.
I won’t ever forget it!
Nor, now, will you.Labels: death, hanging woman, Indian, tornado, Woman
