Song Of Palestine – Awaken
That patterned scarf…
T’ward th’lapwing th’baboon trots. Back to his shoulder she descends, as th’roaming dead assault the fens…
In his own hand (his left) he takes up a stalk. “Your red heart I’ll pierce, after tearing through your chest!”
Across America on wiccan wings, riding ‘pon the heatwaves of fiddle-fire!
This design lies deep within our marrow; plays its pull upon our sinews still.
For all the world’s indigenous, we will fight for Palestine!
He had felt the convulsions of his parent’s movements through their days of flight ‘n persecution, wandering Dawlat Filastin to find a birthplace home.