- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Council House
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Click hereTHE COUNCIL HOUSE
By JCStreet © 2004
Come the Comanche riding
riding and riding the
Comanche are coming, riding
to the Council House
riding and riding
riding and unarmed to the Truce place
riding and unarmed
Fall the Comanches
dying, dying, dying
at the Council House
unarmed at the Truce place
Falling and dying, quivering
quivering in the dust
at the Truce place
and the birds cry
Penateka, Penataka, Penataka
at the Truce place
falling and dying at the Truce place, quivering
quivering in the dust of
San Antonio
-30-
Kingston, Ontario, September 11, 2004
- COMMENTS
wondeful!! the repetition of certain words felt like hoof beats in my mind. I really enjoyed this one :)
Reading this, I couldn't make up my mind whether I was a dust-bowl Okie, or a 1920's Indian agent... but I could have sworn I was sitting in a East Side coffee house in the mid-fifties listening to a ragged poet read.
To me, the beat style, (all-too-often forgotten in this day and age), drips from this piece. That syle enhanced the internal chant on the way to the Council House.
I've read your entire catalogue here, and once again am impressed.