Steven Silent Wolf
Takuskanskan One More Time - Poem by Steven Silent Wolf
Moves-moves is the hub of my wheel,
the polaris of my night,
the root of my erection.
It is the silence of my voice,
and the dark pupil of my one good eye.
Moves-moves is the great spirit mysterious,
the holy ghost, the wind wind, the whirlwind.
yellow yellow, red red,
black and white honor it.
Lay flowers and burn sage
at the tomb of the unknown poet.
Sniff at coyote's rectum and also his mouth.
Play silly games with children and sing.
Dance dance, move move, laugh loudly and fart.
World without end. Amen.
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