Antipoem 19 Apache

AntiPoem 19 “Apache” (Poet’s Instruction: Softly play “Apache” by Jorgen Ingmann, 1961, while reading) Olathe and Yamka Cochise and Mescalero Varlebena - forever Ya’ateh – Hello to These streaming flower gardens These feathered priests of Gaan Their white flags of truce burning Geronimo You can fly now Fly as an osprey conquering Retaking the cottonwoods of Tubac Feasting on rabbit and mourning dove Drop seed grass and agave blossom Hating the white lies the soft knives Mangas You are the blood warrior in the stars Brave as the wind pinned to the sky T`Inde, Inde, N`dee, N`ne Your children still sing the old songs Voicing the call of the spirit dancers The crown dancers of Pinos Altos Lipan and Salinero Gaan is pointing now East west north and south To Cookes Canyon and The Florida Mountains Your sleeping villages Dream again the heartbreak Of Dragoon Springs Humility’s white flag hoisted With Mangas’ head Boiled for the white owls Dangling with lizard tongues The atrocities of Adobe Wells Visiting upon the noble innocents We can hear them again the Apache choirs of the dead Screaming into the savage night The high mountain spirits forever Bringing dreams of sky-blue light The streaming peaceful flower gardens T`Inde, Inde, N`dee, N`ne