unknowledgeable

these templates, here, that shatter upon impact amaze us with their hard looks

and sheltered oaths never knowing what to be afraid of and what to conquer

in this, our humble-home – Indians walking the trail of tears hint to us how to survive

in these perilous times – We must conserve our Energy, partition out our inner strength

for a time when it will be needed – We must

guard ourselves quietly in Caves awaiting the Word to release us into the Night; -- it

is there We will Erupt with stubborn Prayers and hearty Incantations, our Spirits revived for the

fight – days go by, receding into yesterday’s arrival

and We know it must be done, it must

be Structured in our unfed Irony the sure Sense of a pure Sign –