ARIA VI: THE INDIAN CHIEF

Betrayed, betraying, I

Walked the lands of my forefathers, loose

And angry, looking for a friend.

White men failed me, even the President

Of these United states, until I

Stood, alone, atop this mesa,

Spread out below me all these canyons

Whose

bends

breaks

rush of currents

rapids

gorges

turns

sharp

and

grand

I knew by heart.