AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES: PT. 1

The tiny young indian girl stood beneath the feet of a man swaying in the branches by his long golden hair. There was ash in his mouth and three daggers in his heart. His belly was peppered with arrows and the arrows dripped wine from the feathers. Nearby a mule was grazing with a silver bit in its mouth. The tiny young indian girl kneeled and ran clumps of earth between her hands. She climbed up to the man with long golden hair and studied his face sadly and said, "As the new wine is found in the cluster..." Then she spit into her dirty hands and slowly rubbed the clay into his swollen face. She filled her fists and rained down crushed leaves over his face and neck. Then she pasted tiny pieces of bark around his nose, eyes, and mouth. She gathered twigs, grass, and leaves and weaved a nest from them into his thick golden hair. With her finger she swept out all of the ash from his tongue and placed two robin's eggs inside his mouth. She put tiny young pinecones in his ears and sang quietly to him while she worked. When she was finished, the man with long golden hair opened his eyes white in the dark mud. Hello, he said, may I please go home today please?