Alex Z. Salinas
I dreamt I was you, Sherman Alexie,
Great savior of original brown people
With your magical Indian words,
But then you too fell from grace
Because you allowed your pendulous
Totem pole to carve the path, and now all
Our efforts are shattered, accolades
Overshadowed like a black storm cloud
Sweeping across the plains. What are we
Going to do, Sherman, us magical brown men
With our magical thinking and magical stories,
Our cursed manhood once again claiming
Our lives and destinies and members...
O what have you done, Sherman?
What the hell have you done?
What are we supposed to do now?
Alex Z. Salinas lives in San Antonio, Texas. He holds a bachelor's degree in political science. His poems have appeared in the San Antonio Express-News, The Rye Whiskey Review, Duane's PoeTree, and in the San Antonio Review, where he serves as poetry editor.