[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Thinking 'Round Corners (Unmetered Stress)

The following poem, written in Vancouver, was inspired by Coyote/Nanabozho/Whiskey Jack, that famous/infamous Trickster of native American/First Nations' lore.

Ole Whisky Jack was a friend of mine
(His real name is Coyote and we've not yet met);
He and his friends know how to whine and dine
(A burger and fries are what I usually get).

The Water Monster's Baby, the Blanket of Stars--
These feats of misfortune were never ill-meant;
No fox like Reynard, he's found drunk in bars--
Not lurking in alleys. His woof is warped, not bent.

Have you no Trickster in you? Promethean fire
Came by way of the Titan's Foolish hand.
Have you no urge to laugh? Our funeral pyres
Come soon enough. Burn now and light up the land.

For good and ill our fates will find us soon:
Laugh while you can, and dance by the light of the moon.

copyright 1 May 1995, by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw.

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