Native Engine
the cherokee
in me
speaks silence
dust
beneath
god-oppressor carpets
better than being
a black nigger/nigga
a black
better than being
almost alive
any heathen
is better than being
a buried people
i can absorb the sickness
of psychotic human beasts
west to east
i can carry the flesh
of my human family
i have the back
of my ancestors
the ancestors
have my back,
brothers and sisters
i can carry you
without the scars
of madness
of sadness
my engine
continues to run
i am out of the orbit
beyond the reservation/
death camp/prison
oven/representation-plantation
i can carry you,
brothers and sisters
in my godly psyche
i have assimilated your blood,
O, family
all the pain and strain
does not bother me
you are no scar
under Ra –
our God-Star
so beautiful
is the blackness
of the light
my engine
continues to run
ghost dance
fire horses charging
across the last Earth frontier
Black Elk
writing tear trails
arrows singing
bullet songs
Malcolm X Crazy Horse
exposing Freudian slips
sound sound on sound
the medicine drum
spirit-machine
i am i am engine
it is all here
the entire spectrum
inside this blackness
inside, there is bliss
it is done,
brothers and sisters
the burden
carried to the end
everything human
in the New World
within a New World citizen
i am i am
i am engine