(Johnnie in the Pacific. 1992.)
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left.
(In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the jokester. He laughed at life and he held no fear.)
Beautiful Lady dressed in a black dress and blue eyes like a clear river. Holding the talisman in her hands against her heart. Her red hair blowing in the Seaside breeze. She whisper to me, run Coyote run. She put the talisman around my neck.
I’m being strangle by so many rules. I can’t find my way back and I got lost on my journey. My lady Shaman brings me close and we danced upon the empty beach. She felt my disease. She told me. “You are black in spirit and the Coyote spirit must run free.”
The Coyotes were my friend. Few of us are still roaming and I yearn to find my lost comrades. To run with the wind. Break down the paper thin wall of bullshit surrounding my life. Be free. Howl and scream at the moon. When your dreams die, we are just waiting for death to free us.
My blue eye friend. I held her tightly and I smelled strawberry in her hair. The cold of the California night. Brought us closer together. She gave me long and sweet kisses. Maneuvered her body around. Lifted her dress and she wrapped her legs around me.
Her eyes looked deep into my soul. She whispered. “You are blinded by naysayers and false storytellers. You can’t see beyond this day. Your hope has disperse into the wind. Don’t wait for Death. He will come soon enough.”
We fell asleep on the beach and the ocean song brought a peaceful sleep for us.
I dreamed. I’m running with the Coyotes and I’m dancing and howling at the moon. I’m swimming in joy.
The morning light appeared. My woman of kindness. Kissed me and told me goodbye for a time. She raised her hands to the sky and told me. “Be free. Don’t be a dog on a chain and brake the chain of disappointment. Don’t be afraid of what is in front of your life. “
I watched my protector, my friend and lover drive away. I looked at the sun, the ocean. I thank the lord of life and death for her and the new chance. I hear the Coyotes and they are calling out my name. Telling me to attack life like a wild beast. Eat flesh, taste the blood. Allow it to penetrate the heart and soul. Be strong, die for a worthwhile battle. Not like the cattle, being led to the slaughter. The Coyote can’t be tamed.
Us humans are being led to the slaughterhouses by wealthy and powerful men. Escape and run with the wild free beast. Taste the sweetness of life. Find the Coyote spirit. Dance, laugh and be fearless.