Indian Dreamers

A lock of hair clipped into my eye
Blue expanding orbit
Larger
Larger
Planet size dwarfing the moon
Eyelash floating serenely inside
Causing the mad demon to thrash wildly
Like a demon in fact
One demon to another

Scaly fish kipper feet
Locked in a sealed plastic bag with a nob of butter
Boil in the bag until the butter melts
Dunk in the toast until its soggy
Breaking wetly into a slapdash of goo
Mop it up with egg yoke
Laughing out loud

Saw a cracking film on Friday
The Searchers
Big John at his best
‘That’ll be the day’ in his gravely drawl
Howdy Moose
Why are Indians in movies so thick
Charging madly into well hidden enemies
Guns in hand
Taking casualties and deaths for no reward
Crazy
Sons of distraught mothers
Why let children die for nothing
Must be crazy
Indian’s lived in harmony with nature
Like Aborigines
A wisdom going well beyond what we can muster
No wonder we try and belittle them
We are afraid of what we do not know
Afraid of their silent knowledge
For all our intellect and so called progress
We know their wisdom transcends any we know