American Indians in LA

a theory

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balloons rise from the dumpster
gray tan rats tail long hairless
a human toe with eternal peace tag
on it
locked hair packed with spoken
sympathies that help not at all
corporate could not taint you
only made it to throw you out
from the land that have everything
we smoke a pipe if chaos
talking stick
dwindled down to shavings
you told them forever more
it’s just about the money
not about the skin tone
even my anointed kingly fathers
sold us out

wombs of my mountains

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wind you know where i am alive and unforgotten time and i walk through the valleys and canyons made by trinity God Spirit and the son of woman wind you know how my throat wails in melody somber prayer joyous praise to you the wind that batters me uprooting my seedlings pulling sacrifices from the wombs of my mountains wind after birth soother cleansing sin away your breeze sister gentle cool draped in the blue of sky anoints the lips of the child with psalms and holy noise if only she could remember to return home

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our picket signs for St. Peter

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infinite is the same color gray
stones upturned not a smile they bring
the bulbs of spring red will be
blessed are her feet
they carry a soul to heaven’s gates
wings await to offer flight
descend your faith into our light
on the corners where the orphans fade
a glance will do from eyes of gold
our picket signs with prophecies
adorned
will see the blooming of a brave new world

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historian

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mbrazfield (c) 2022

i have seen the morning crash the back of the night running away from the future
i have witnessed shopping carts on fire devouring the food of my seeds
i have seen men lie to men as they’re life has lost it’s worth
i have witnessed a spirit come but in the opposite of peace pulling the sun and pushing the moon from me