light wove in and out
of the thick summer clouds.
Now the war’s been going on
For 70 years, at least.
Even Bear
saw the happenings—the
last beat-down on the rez
made him sick. If you
start
to lecture about the future
you’ll lose. Nothing
cuts
through times that
no longer exist, perchance
perhaps a page from a book
radioactive, not yet
burned for warmth
the war in that phase
a deliberate attempt
to break the mad ones
down, making new
made mad ones only this
time with other enemies
who I shall not mention
For the State is large
on me these days, heavy
as canvas sacks filled
with depleted uranium.
And what to fear.
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