Newborn Awakening

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind



Blood in the streets

In the town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs

And the palm trees of Venice

Blood in my love

In the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of

Phantastic L.A



Blood screams her brain

As they chop off her fingers

Blood will be born

In the birth of a nation

Blood is the rose of

Mysterious union

Blood on the rise

It's following me



Indian, Indian

What did you die for?

Indian says nothing at all



Gently they stir

Gently rise

The dead are new-born awakening

With ravaged limbs

And wet souls

Gently they sigh

In rapt funeral amazement



Who called these dead to dance?

Was it the young woman

Learning to play the "Ghost Song"

In her baby grand

Was it the wilderness children?

Was it the Ghost-God himself

Stuttering, cheering

Chatting blindly?



I called you up to

Annoint the earth

I called you to announce

Sadness falling like

Burned skin

I called you to wish you well

To glory in self like a new monster

And now I call on you to pray