The natives are festive
They chant ,“Liberate us”
Callous foot
Stern cloud
Red magic
Red coal
Small kindle relishes tall flame
grows near God ear breach
United to purify
This is our procession
Circumference electric fuel dance on ancestry bones
Stomping whirling & twirling
Swirling circle tribe life Mandala troop
Conjoined soul & soul
Hand & hand
Nirvanic aboriginal Mecca soul retreat
Earthly-rooted coarse palms raise high towards the heavens
in madly divine driven prayer dance stints
Follow those shaman wing fate steps
to heal the ghost sore soul bones of the broken ancient warrior spirits
Left empty of marrow
Dressed in peyote blood
Spiraling howls awakening the sleeping heroes
from dark death forest perimeters
as they are summoned throughout the land,
the wind, the water and fire
Their spirits chime loud in ringing silver flint intrepidations
“Guide us to victory! Liberate us!”
Apocalyptic festive music trance search the tornadic wind
for brother broken arrow
Seeping meditation cleanse
Sister earth knows the dance
trembling on buried nerve synapse
Our awakening!