tribal police, she detains
him for mind trespassing,
he steals spirit, she reclaims,
driving forward like a herd of
antelope to face the foe, those
pretended pious,

her spiritual
vocabulary
speaks, the poet
repays the strain
of maize, black as
the caves, blue like
the great world waters,
black and blue, bruises,
battered by religion,

brandishing her tomahawk,
he who hath spilt our blood,
he who hath meddled in dangerous
matters, he who hath best not remain
in the air of NightEagle, Flute Vindicator,
reckoning, faith in power of intolerance, and 
oppression, embodying the spirit of Enlightenment.

Copyright 4.27.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist