Coyote

And I will dance a wild dance
on the stage of civilization
in the spotlights of screams and fear
my hide is torn apart for a million mouths

And they will feast upon my thoughts
consuming my own tradition
they will glut upon the bones and fur
of a people who have dissolved away.

But the song will be born anew
in the flames of another’s voice
to outlast the vile dust
of their self-immolation

And I will dance a wild dance
on the grave of civilization
in the sights of an animal gaze
the vision which seeps through
the shadows of their eyes.

And I will dance a wild dance,
in a joy deeper than they can imagine,
on embers growing like blades of grass.