Raven’s Cry

 

Fake coyote calls split

a moon cracked sky in two.

False ‘Indian’ hoots and drums

stunned sleeping birds –

Why do ‘whites’

insist upon using Indigenous ways,

to make a point?

Coyotes know.

 

Did they think that she was blind

or that her dreaming body,

a roiling belly

wouldn’t warn her?

Deception is a ruse

to twist and hide from truth

even when La Llarona’s river

becomes a mirror

shivering under

winter solstice flight.

 

At dawn a flaming

orange glow

bled and pooled,

a lake of fire,

shimmered

before piercing eyes –

(She sees better in low light)

A dark star

rose with thorns

exposing

bruised and broken fruit.

 

While Coyotes slept

Raven brought the Light.