Spirit Woman #7

Spirit Woman #7

Beside the colored waters,
Painted pots, bubbling hot,
Mighty fountains are rumbling,
As to the air they're shot.

Formations of the mighty,
Wonders of the earth,
The multi-colored dangers,
And massive mountain girths.

The Spirit Woman wanders
Lost in pensive thought,
The tide is flowing westward,
And many battles fought.

The fox watches closely
Behind the reddened stones,
Where he lies hidden,
Worrying thought as if a bone.

Keen eyes ever wary,
Nose twitching from smells,
Here among the cauldrons
Of the earth's heaven-hell.

The Spirit Woman is restless,
The earth speaks in rumbles,
And wind that spoke softly
Now makes fitful mumbles.

The waters no longer laughing,
They run cold and hot,
She can't find a balance,
No peace in this spot.

Visions of Ghost Dancers
About a distant campfire
Invincible seeming warriors
With revenge their desire

Now the fox grins slyly
His careful plans laid,
Maybe she'll be receptive
But he's sore afraid.

Life's taste is bitter
As the waters of death,
And the peoples are dying
As once did his breath.

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