DEAR JOHN WAYNE
by Ryan Narce dear john wayne
there is
ulcerous stillness on the reservation
dogs shake across the hills
with no living guilt
“lord, let us go and clean them up”
they say smartly,
“the men are chapped & bitter”
“the women are just worn leather,
given adornments to make them seem
human”
there are bitter sunsets
and unnoticed gunfire,
& the night is a type of black
that is clean somehow
in its merciless throat.
03/17/2007