Tiger Song is a poem written in love and honor of an amazing friend and inspiration of mine, Lisa Tiger. She is a strong and beautiful Muscogee woman. She has given much for many people through her activism and advocacy. She has the softest heart but the fiercest spirit. She is a Warrior Woman. A blessing and gift to the world and all who know her.
A winding road
Between truth & tragedy.
Night pressing hard,
Mourning journey past rustling wings.
Listen to the dead sing.
Those who were before us leave a trail.
Plant our suffering & leave it.
Honor the things
That are our identity.
What is present
Not that which is absent.
The heart of everything that is.
There is no other way.
We leave this broken world
In favor of our own.
To Y. Red Corn
Out of the disquietude of time
I walk through lonely streets.
No one comes for my touch.
I teach myself ways not to mourn.
Trail my fingers over your worn words fallen flat,
Like tracing the whole of you from memory.
I keep writing as if it might fill this silent emptiness.
I dream of small deaths still in the mouth of the world,
Tearing me apart by pieces.
Sluggish displacing vertigo.
I wish to hide away from the sequencing of fate.
Devoid of the mystical sense of
Sacrificial love & need.
Dark edges of never ending desire.
Why must you slide through my pages?
Grief transformed into beads I string
For your ornamentation.
Slow movement of the moon
In its long trip through the stars.
It is taking so long to get
My heart to change its beating.
My mind to stop its thinking
One hot evening in Padua,
& the roof.
I know the way this story ends.