I sense enmity
my nerves are taut
my heart
dreadfully still
my soul alert
sensing its destruction
something evil
is stalking me

Suddenly
my heart moves
feels sobbing

my eyes dart
Only an Indian
he is crying
his voice throbbing
a song
of horror
betrayal
destruction

Braiding
amid
tear drops
dew drops
of sparkling
purity
innocence
a wonder
of sacred things

He broke
my heart
my tears
bled into his
I understand
Listening
to his song

I recognized
my enemy
It was myself.