From Seven Shattered Corpses
I was adopted . . .
one morning in the mists of yesteryear
when the sun glimpsed over the pallid shone house
next to the abode of my mother and my father
on came a harbinger of desolation. . .
I died that day though I knew it not,
nor was I to understand,
this death for many winters past and fallen to the way side.
I was five summers new,
five winters older . . .
I was born Patrick . . .
I was to have my name usurped
by those wretched things called Free and land
and this is all I have to say about them . . .
Therein lies the beginnings of my cursed life as it was to become,
you have the birth of my coined out naming of Mishiimin (apple).
I was raised by whites,
in a white town,
had white friends, white schooling,
white church propaganda indoctrination,
and there under the unseen
fist of white society
was I to be remade into . .
My dreams were white,
my legends white,
my desires always for white,
my voice spoke and bled white,
my body was red,
my face red,
my hair red,
my past long forgotten,
. . .
torn from my heart,
and thus eviscerated from my soul was red
and long thereafter
did this one Miskó Ki'zis (Red Sun) bleed and bleed
this screaming throat was heard no more,
not even from my own lips,
my own ears
my screaming was silent. . .
And gone one morning did the red from my people slip away,
slip away till all was vanished leaving all this shell behind. . .
one barely breathed two legged apple.
So it was in hell,
I found my shattered soul,
splintered mind and ravaged heart
and there in the bells tolling of sorrows raked across all there I did see, found I,
of all things,
that abyssal helix of despair dredged was . . .
this one sighted a glimmering whisper of hope . . .
It was in hell I learned to breathe,
it was in hell I learned to live,
it was in hell that I was remade into all that I am now,
ever aspire. . .
and never once did I dream. . .
In the city of desolation
I became one
all over once more as I was born to be
many empty nights of winter past;
from seven shattered corpses
my way back into the whole of one . . .