He No Longer Laments His Losses
He lost his wife, his kids, his life, his hope
discovered grandma’s recipe for peyote
baked it up and became one with the earth
landed as part of the desert, this man rebirthed
as a piece of nature, he is pleased at himself
a part of Arizona’s rocked up cliff shelf
the wind has welcomed him and made him a home
he no longer laments, or feels sad or alone
when his relatives visit, they feel his spirit there
in the desert air, he is happy, without a care
Peyote has made him excited to be a piece of nature now
His grandma’s recipe, which nurtures him from stem to bow
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