New Poems by Luke Warm Water

Hear Blood Boy’s Prayer 

Blood boy surmised his culture

and tradition were distant enough

with the building of the new casino

among the ghost fog of

coniferous forest, dense with greed

so he prayed, like never before

to mixed-blood apparitions

teenager knees sunk into wet earth

teenager fingers white knuckle clutched

then separating into upward arms

neck craned, head lifted

skyward poker chips stacked

he cried in forgiveness want

for the great spirit

to finally bring him

a brand new pick-up truck

~LWW 5June2010