Moccasins souls weep for my clotted blood line
I can see my soul leak threw thin strung rawhide
Ancestors famously weep for me in modern time
Struggling to mix me like cheese with cheap wine
.
Oh grandfather would they release me if knowing of our name
That I have you buried in me like an old Indian game
All roads traveling now bare both our names
Rebecca Rolfe stood on the Appalachians plateau
Allegheny Blue Ridge made her feel more at home
.
In pink bonnet tall in the evergreen trees
Years following behind the uncovering
Bear fur man on whimpering blood leaves
Stood alone in this American disease
.
Indian maiden my great grandmother
Bloodlines burned in white hall then covered
Weeding the free from us human beings
White washing redskins in a theater scene
.
Trying to hold an ancestry name
Present day mother had it changed
Hiding the last of our traveling shame
A century later no more buffalo games
.
Trails we once blazed now set to graze
In the tiring knot of a red feather tie
How can I lose what I’ve always gained?
A great red and white Indian grandfather’s name
.
Pocahontas-Wahunsunacawh
I paint your words onto the clouds great one
Great fire dances are illegal now and can’t reach the sun
No great spirits are allowed to gather as I am the only one
So I’ve given the last of our blood to my whiter city son
.
Fallen Clouds
Of the Human Beings
After him were all gone
Were all done- I coming home!
Oh great one
