Description: This 1st stanza from a Blackfoot creation of man-I hope no one takes this disrespectfully as it is not meant so. Several Native American tribes incorporate blood clots of the animals they depended on into their creation of man. In case anyone doesn't know, heparin keeps one's blood from clotting. Estrogen looks like technicolor shards in microphotography; then this ends with a comparison to artifact bits. I don't want to end up in a dusty bin, do you? I want to be a warrior!!
Blood Clot Boy, our bawling
Blackfoot Blood Clot Boy,
Boiling in a pot of buffalo blood.
Man in a day.
Friend to us creatures of the surging life force
Mercy on us great she bears,
Mercy on us swollen snakes.
Foe to those of us coaxing vital sparks
into our little vials.
Butcher the cunning she devil
Butcher the fierce swinging hag.
Heparin, heparin, give me two cc's of heparin
Gotta make up for that extra estrogen
Stick it to my belly
Magnified technicolor shards
Shift and shake
They'll drift to the bottom, numbered
in their dusty bins.
Take up the totem, wield it surely
Languishing is for the wandering dead.