in the shadow of the church
sour words
sharp words
a badger caught in headlights
somehow made it here
to glitter in the sunlight
to pose, arrogant
maybe get drunk on the weekend
find a filly
you studied all through Utrecht
Hold my hand, there is still a tradition.
behind the train sometimes
it is on my breath. The Dakota
on whoze territory I was born say
ain't nothing wrong with these ancestors.
