THE RETURN poem by Paul Malécot


Would it not have been easier

to have let us dance

the ghost-dance

in our last lifetime

Such things are inevitable

as the falling leaves

and the sun-set color.

Around the healing circle

spinning the uncausing

of the plague of hurt

on the souls of all brothers

Set the stage as needs be or not

we shall righteous preserve

for this life is ours

and we have come to dance.