Leonard

I will rise when my People return. With hard eyes, clinched fists, and a cold heart. I will paint myself for war. With feathers tied in my hair. Scarified and singing of the old days. A whistle and blood for the old ways. I will dance to dream myself awake. To see the Sun setting on me. As I am. Old and fat. My belly hangs like the heavy snow on a Winter day. My trailer is cold, and I have a long way to pay. I wait for my People. Where is our Messiah to lead the way? Phyllis White-Thunder pats my cheek. She tells me that it will be ok. She tells me go back to sleep. It was just a dream Leonard. Just a dream. E.G. Maynard. 46 & 2. 3.