The Digger Papers (August, 1968)
Inside Cover Page (click on image for large version of page)
A Curse
On the Men In Washington, Pentagon
om a ka ca ta ta pa ya sa svaha
As you shoot down the Vietnamese girls and men
in their fields
Burning and chopping,
Poisoning and blighting,
So surely I hunt the white man down
in my heart.
The crew-cutted Seattle boy
The Portland boy who worked for U.P.
that was me.
I won't let him live. The "American"
I'll destroy. The "Christian"
has long been dead.
They won't pass on to my children.
I'll give them Chief Joseph, the Bison herds,
Ishi, sparrowhawk, the Fir trees,
The Buddha, their own naked bodies,
Swimming and dancing and singing
instead.
As I kill the white man,
the "American"
in me
And dance out the Ghost Dance:
To bring back America, the grass and the streams.
To trample your throat in your dreams.
This magic I work, this loving I give
That my children may flourish
And yours won't live.
hi'niswa' vita'ki'mi
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