Puff, Puff, Pass
“Yeha noha,
Yeha noha.”
The Indians chant,
summoning the healing spirits
from the marijuana cloud.
Puff, puff, and pass the chillum pipe.
Bodies carelessly twirl the ceremonial dance.
Those days are aged.
A stoned car tore through Chippewa school district,
bodies flung, viciously,
against hard turf,
and the spliff flew from the puff-puff-passing hands.
Blood stained the white car red,
and dripped from the hood as thick as ignorant minds.
Can cannabis cure a family’s pain?
Puff, puff and pass the crack-cocaine.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
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