The Old Man's Dwelling

The Old Man's Dwelling
(Coyote Hills)

I sit now
Some distance away from those in the acrylic dwellings
Chuckling to myself
Young Man Crow says that I am the son of a woman unmarried and that
I think too much for my own amusement.
What does he know?
He’s good at the word that the people with the gray skin call business.
But the gray-skins don’t know that my eyes are always on them
My laugh is the same as the hill
I am what they see when everything goes cross-eyed
You killed my people, my sons, and therefore
As revenge
I give you ridiculous death.
Also, they have come back twofold, tenfold.
Yes, now, in my time, I was the one who invented what you call
“Lies.”
You are all a pack of amateurs.
7/5/11