Veronica did nuclear research in Blackfoot, Idaho
Went to a Walmart one day, with her two-year-old in tow.
Kid reached into her bag, pulled out her gun
She was shot dead by her two-year-old son.
Sergey researched superconductive vortex lines.
One day men invaded his town, death on their minds
They killed all pedestrians: fear by design
Shot Sergey from his yard to free Palestine.
Louis used a screwdriver to keep halves of a sphere apart
Contact goes critical, not a task for faint of heart.
The screwdriver slipped, the halves came too close
The room glowed blue, he got a lethal dose.
Samuel was an A.I. engineer, pushed a frontier
He brushed past Rakeem, came too near.
Rakeem punched Sam so hard that in two days Sam died.
You don't expect that on a subway ride.
Four scientists dead, acts of God, acts of man?
Such random tragedy, only one was a plan
Can we blame the victim? It doesn't seem right.
They chased the truth, fought the good fight
Who of us knows if we'll be alive tonight.
Do you hear the drumbeat of my heart?
The thunder of a Star’s descendent?
I’m bound to the sound there is no evil;
Nature is both the left and right hand;
Do you hear the pounding deep inside?
My spirit runs with the seven in the sky;
Coast to coast through the mountains,
I honor every mile of wide open land;
Do you hear the ancestral cry roll
whenever the Earth needs a warrior?
Cherokee and Blackfoot within me,
the blood in my veins a native groove;
Do you hear the drumbeat of my heart?
The thunder of a Star’s descendent?
Elegy
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”
-Rumi
Soil so dust to dust another loved lost,
Harvested soul now risen separated from its host.
Much needed rest an eager witness missing,
Long lived Lue Birder Grandma Lue,
Creek Blackfoot of such decent.
Native American African blood from Cameroon.
Tears of misunderstanding understood not to understand.
Miss guise until she was under the influent,
Her self is not here inside tis casket vision.
Her self has risen, nor has she died she’s risen.
Place not flowers beside nor atop of her;
She no longer can shell the aroma,
That that’s in the coffin just bones, that’s not Grandma.
Heaven sent, heaven scents blessedness we miss,
I look up I submit I smack smooch Kiss”….
Blow up onto heaven a Kiss,
Daddy Father God her presence I sore, truly miss.
Heaven blessed be at peace enjoy the fellowship and view
She’s not gone she’s just not here
Grandma Lue
8/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
So much lost…
so little gained
Prairies in judgment,
our destiny framed
So little gained
for what we lost
Spirits now orphaned
—tomorrow the cost
(Browning Montana: Blackfoot Reservation - May, 1995).
Blowing up
On the thistledown tail
Dancing in grooves
Of Vulcans palm
Printed in a horses ear
Swimming in a fish's gills
Cleverly caught
To be spread on butterfly wings
Shouting, “I want the sun”
Til’ our buttress burned
In an atmospheric tumble
Down to a rotten oak stump
Swallowed by a spider
Who creeped into a castle
To spit me out
Onto a mousetrap of mirth
Finally freed
To be knighted
By the goddess of doom
Flicked on the rose garden
Hastily honored
From the tip of the royal thumb
Stomped under sauntered shoes
Of the blackfoot blues
So off I went
Only burgundy beside me
I believe I've had enough
Of this dime-store romance
On vaccinated vine street
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