Warrior Etched in Brick
Somewhere there is a history
The warrior is riding into the savage breeze
under the rolling sun
golden and timeless
marking yearly odysseys
This artistry of Native American lore
painted on the side
of a decaying brick building
in a neighborhood
that lost the
‘got up and left’ battle itself
Now washed in graffiti
etched by high school students
the warrior perhaps doesn’t understand
that Beatrice is a hoe
this way to the hoe….
and
777 wuz here
Going back in time
the warrior
quite possibly part
of a hunting party
buffalo tonnage thundering
woolly and mad
at least the few left by
ill-natured, ignorant
scavengers of European descent
And now the hands that have marked him
are also ignorant of his trials
a lost country unraveling
in a quilt of colors
the color of callousness