Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind...

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
b_____ red sun of fantastic L.A.

Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union.
Blood on the rise, it's following me.

Indian, Indian
What did you die for?
Indian says nothing at all.

Gently they stir.
Gently rise.
The dead are new-born awakening.
With ravaged limbs
And wet souls.
Gently they sigh
In rapt funeral amazement.

Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman
Learning to play the "Ghost Song"
In her baby grand
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the Ghost-God himself,
Stuttering, cheering,
Chatting blindly?

I called you up to
Annoint the earth.
I called you to announce
Sadness falling like
Burned skin.
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call on you to pray.

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