In the Land of Disturbance (The Indian Home)
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An elder of mine (who swore he had demons worked into his
crotch) |
| First storm brought a leather hoop (with wood slot, wooden
teeth yelling wind) He yelled back straight ahead (and ignoring him a cloud reeled down into the din) The cloud was leather with moving pegs (on its top and bottom ringed by eyes of clay) The howl of the storm (fought his ears so there was nothing he heard it say) Two hardened mud horses (with patterns on their hides) Picked up by feet (the cloud poured their guts out of their mouths) There was a pile (as tall as a tree and standing next to him) And the smell of his shaken legs (completely limp) |
| Out of those entrails came the Indian birth bones Who told my elder to leave the Indian home They chattered their yellow teeth foaming clay winds from the ___ And flying using entrails as whips slapped around and amoung(??) |
| And to him the sung (“Go home you, you’ve bewailed
us to answer”) With that they left (and dropped the entrails on down) Where they swallowed (each other and wind tore themselves up) And that very wind (condoled into a stauch log mill with fingers) Pushing it in (a circular fashion while a demon approached) Rolling with stone (pin people pluckt from a liar in the chest) |
| To wrap them around (at their faces and 3 pointing back south) The flat faces pointed (at were similar to elders mine) Tand south was the direction (left behind) Limping and stumbling (with fear before nourishment) He came home (with a following up to the brags with condemnent) I say he’d see it (better with an eye full of mud) And buried deep in (the mud he’d have to stick his head) |