Lost City Sparkle

Lost City Sparkle

Lost city sparkle, Lakota drum beware,

Black hills climbing spirits on the prowl.

Beadhill mountain on the rise.           

Red Shirt table talking,

Musket in his hand

Bullet in my chest, dead do cry.

Buried warriors watch the underground .

Calling, calling high above the clouds
Fallen children cry no more.

Crazy horse mountain

Right beyond that door.

White man keeping black

Gold seeping, red wall down,

Wachitu, wachitu, on a death calling river.
Birds are caustic, no word to sound

Shattered wing eagles, they can’t fly.
Ink layered mosaic across the

Ocean bed, manic spilling,
Machine, machine, machine is straight ahead.

Crude gushing oil all around the spool,
Spigot on the ground, the box top is leaking.

Massive grave bleeding whales come to shore,

White man money
Today we all weep once more...