dance to the sun
a kiss to the earth
embrace a stone


come the small black book
come the brandy cask

one strange disease
the well worded paper
signed by the drunken

hands of thieves

and suddenly

they were told to leave

as the snake uncoiled on a road

the length was eighty miles
wagons' weary horses
lead the feverish exiles

barefoot in the early snow
on a ridge
where they beheld their home

coarse and barren
not the haven
promised by the Father


Jaksa Chula Harjo
Jaksa Chula Harjo

Jaksa Chula Harjo (*

the Red Sticks first and

the Dancing Ghosts were
pierced with arms of fire
and the weeping widows

left could not avenge
so the Western Star manifest its will
drove them clear into the Pacific O


gone the way of flesh
turned pale and died

by your god's decree

for he hated me