Ma Interrupts
A Pacific Cradlesong

 
The moose makes the first way,
then Indians follow the moose—

is it ‘moose’ or ‘meese,’ honey?
Always wondered. Anyway...

Pioneers and wagons come.     
The trappers trail Indians.

And you can bet your balls they danced
on the corner of their rhombus lives!

Then came the deep scarring             
of these old roads with asphalt.    
But, oh! Look how them yellows                

nodding, slipping soft     
nuzzling into velvet,
lullabied into finite edges

of the Great Pacific Ocean waves!