First, night opened out.
Bodies took root from rotting salt
and seawater into evidence of red life.
Relentless waves pumped tidal air
into a single heartbeat.
In the pulp of shadow and space,water sucked our people from sleep.
That’s how it all began. At least
that’s all we can remember to tell.
It began with water and heartbeat.
In minutes we tunneled through corn woman’s navel into tinges
of moist red men and women.
Yawning, we collected our chins,
knees, breasts, and sure-footed determination.
A few thousand years before Moses parted the Red Sea, and the
God with three heads was born in the Middle East,
the Choctaw people danced
our homeland infra red.
Finally when the stranger’s arms reached to strangle the West,
on the three-faced deity
who said that chaos was coming.
When he puckered his lips and tried to kiss her she made it rain on him.
“Maybe you’ve forgotten
you were born of water and women,”
she said, walking away laughing.