for Sherman Alexie
My people are dying.
Our brains float turgid in our skulls taking on more and more water
Our thoughts capsize
and must be fished with a net.
Our chieftain is a man.
Our chieftain is the only person who speaks the language of the outsiders.
Our chieftain is our only hope.
Our chieftain is a rapist.
It is with a heavy head that I must report
that no one is coming to save us
because our chieftain has failed.
No tears are shed
(all the water is inside us)
At the very least
we will soon forget.
You read my blog.