I wonder if the Indians
Wanted to be somewhere
Else during these festivities
Like we do today –
Never content with the current company.
I bet they envisioned (after a few peyote hits)
Texting and talking to other tribes on cell phones
Letters and words ricocheting from tepee to tepee
Attempting to get through somehow.
2 comments:
I'll never think of the family BBQ the same again. Good, clever stuff Nick.
You know Stands-With-A-Fist was the cell phone type.
Did I mention that I like this poem?
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