There is a tall skinny spirit that lurks around our reservation.
It hides deep in the mountains and
Comes out during our escapes.
When I was 13,
My friends said they saw it in their dreams.
They said it stood as tall as my two-story house.
They said that it would cup its hands,
Peering through the window,
Looking for me.
Some elders told us kids that
It\'s been around for a while, and actually that
Soon after the white man came,
It was born from our pain.
It offers to carry the weight,
In exchange for our bones.
And ever since they kicked it out of ceremony--
It roams our reservation,
Making friends with the lonely.