The Crow

I am Ashishishe. 
I am the Crow. 

The Universe whispers my name. 

I live in a run down house, 
and drive a broken truck.  

I have a black and white t.v., 
a bottle of Crazy Horse,
and a bag of weed.  

Medicine Man or Made Man? 
There is no difference to me. 
I am. 

I have shared the ecstasy of growing grass in Spring. 

I have felt the surrender of Autumn leaves, 
falling in slanted evening light.  

I have stood barefoot in the snow,
singing ancient songs to the Moon.  

Now I sit in an office. 
Decorated with pictures of my people. 
While trying to explain the Mystery. 

But she does not believe me,
or what the Fiddleback on my shoulder says.  

E.G. Maynard. 
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