By Robert L. Vogel – in response
to the senseless slaughter of a Navajo Woman in Winslow Arizona on Easter
Sunday, 2016
A Princess of the People died in
the Dismal Swamp today,
lost among the rot, dead trees
and odorous decay.
Lost on the trails that twist
through the darkness,
lost on the pathways that bear no
promise,
a twisted maze where truth is a
lie,
and the lies are as many as gnats
in the sky.
Deep into the demon infested
decay
she wandered, unguided, her soul
at bay,
beleaguered by hounds on her
heels
chasing her down to capture and
steel
her soul lost on the twisted
pathways, amid the dismal
waters of the festering swamp,
the abysmal
creation of their demonic
imagination
where they are sure all want
inauguration
and participation.
It
was sad to see
the dogs tear her down, when she
was free,
they bound her, took her spirit,
her rights,
tortured her, denied her even the
light,
left her lost and alone, until
she had to fight,
her spirit had to take flight,
her talon bared at her enemy’s
face
was all the power she could
embrace.
On that day, the demon’s power
was greater.
He unleashed thunderbolts that
tore into her,
smashed through her from outside
in,
left her crumpled and destroyed,
no sin,
just her talon bared and anger in
her eye,
the face of a Princess, the
Eagle’s defiant cry,
left by a swamp demon on the
sacred earth,
whose fear can’t justify her
tragic death.
Just one more princess who’s life
the demons’ tore
away, just one more soul lost in
a spiritual war,
The Spirits of those slaughtered
first,
come to gather her up, to prepare
her for rebirth.
The demons shudder at what is to
come soon,
when their doleful swamp finally
falls to ruin.
Goodbye now, Princess, it is well
to mourn you,
To the Spirit and the Light we
will ever be true.
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