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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Alex Z. Salinas


 

Indian dream

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?