In
Windsor Pierce’s words
“a
monster” (1937) must ‘ve been
200 ft
in length
& 5
ft high
with
horns
or
others “just a huge horned serpent”
when
the timber grew there
white
men hadn’t come
but
lightning from all directions
struck
that place
The
Thunderers
because
they hated snakes
were
shouting
—their lightnings
twisted like a snake
maybe
because of it—one heavy serpent
slid
down the hill astride a log
while
men shot arrows after it
floated
as far as Tracy Run
there
dug into the earth
&
vanished
in the
eddy called “deep water”
or “deep
hole”
the
place called “where the snake slid down”
all
when the world was new
* * * * *
DANCE
DANCE like
freaks—the
Xtian lady calls you—
like
sideshow injuns
animals
can glide along
the
earth o you reptilian
gods you
twisted faces scraping
those
turtle bodies
(rattles)
down
longhouse floor
* * * * *
a
thousand years
had
passed
the
serpent would become
a whale
* * * * *
for the
love of the serpent
&
of the god
there
are such mysterious comings & goings
across
so many oceans
the
good & the bad are changing places
always
as we see in politics
the
primary arena where those terms do not
apply
could
it then be another
thought
another dimension surely
it is
of the dimensions of the mind
we
write today o Salamanca
&
who lives where
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