Hear Blood Boy’s Prayer (draft 3)
Blood boy surmised his culture
and tradition were distant enough
with the building of the new casino
among the ghost fog of
coniferous forest, dense with greed
so he prayed, like never before
to mixed-blood apparitions
teenager knees sunk into wet earth
teenager fingers white knuckle clutched
then separating into upward arms
neck craned, head lifted
skyward poker chips stacked
he cried in forgiveness want
for the great spirit
to finally bring him
a brand new pick-up truck
~LWW 5 June 2010