ancing Bear - Four Poems

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Desecration


The Great Spirit does not
want us to look
beyond the sky
wishes us to tend
to his gift
of this world
and so it is said
as it was told to the fathers’ of our fathers’ fathers
Odd the Pope
will not accept or acknowledge an
oral tradition of a people 
as their religion
Christianity began of
humble oral beginnings
It is ironic to think of
Galileo 
excommunicated
locked away with his telescope for what he saw
that they should now wish to
pierce those crystal spheres and look
beyond into the forever night
They will use Dzil nchaa si an*
like a stepping stool
to touch the sky
Tearing down the shines for ga’an**
desecrate the graves
of our ancestors
demoralizing our people further
perhaps breaking them
into Chatholics
All so the Church
can have a peephole into space
to look for a god
that does not hide
who is always
in our hearts

Soul Kiss Dance


Do not speak
Let our spirits dance
in this place
a while
The wind and the leaves will
sing our music
our hearts providing the beat
Let our kisses speak
the passion of our souls
and take us away
to the places we belong

Agoraphobia


Night is outside

full

of unseen things

Day is external to

these walls

full of things I cannot bear to

see

Hatred and wars and
crime

all those uncontrollable happenings

Right here
my pillows and sheets
my books and cats

keep me safe and simple

No need for a door

within my walls

The Dreaming Poetry of Hydrogen


My dreams burning like Hindenburg zeppelins
in the cold gray morning
I rub hot ashes in my eyes
straining to cry for the loss of fantasy
I could be a painted witch-doctor     but
the minute hands of rain would wash
away the facade
Does this mask look good
I cannot tell
It was built from inside to out
Hydrogen is burning quicker
only the flaming skeleton remains
to come crashing down

In a room full of Gods
none shall fear my bones