Warrior Etched In Brick

The warrior is riding into the savage breeze

under the rolling sun

golden and timeless

marking yearly odysseys

This artistry of Native American lore

painted on the side

of a decaying brick building

in a neighborhood

that lost the

‘got up and left’ battle itself

Now washed in graffiti

etched by high school students

the warrior perhaps doesn’t understand

that Beatrice is a hoe

this way to the hoe….

and

777 wuz here

Fight Me, signed Cesar

Going back in time

the warrior

quite possibly part

of a hunting party

buffalo tonnage thundering

woolly and mad

at least the few left by

ill-natured, ignorant

scavengers of European descent

And now the hands that have marked him

are also ignorant of his trials

a lost country unraveling

in a quilt of colors

the color of callousness