Big Red Indian Joe – horse-rider, tomahawk thrower, a bow and arrow man sitting upside down …

Big Red Indian Joe, horse-rider, tomahawk thrower, a bow and arrow man sitting upside down on the reservation, again, fire water breath dropped him on his head, again
Didn’t join the seventh cavalry; too many slaughtered red scalps hang from their flag Decorated Vietnam Warrior for the Stars and Stripes all the same
Joe ‘was!’, gun in right hand, jungle leafs in his left, a Big Red Indian Marine without a horse, fighting slant-eyed yellow men
And oh!, how history has walked and talked that colonial spread since 73, and oh!, how Big Red Indian Joe has danced a memorial war dance yearly since – the ancestors smell the kills and are pacified
Big Red Indian Joe, with an endless circle of nothing to get up for any more, and Big Red Indian Joe can’t sleep.
Tribe and Flag and Country was, now mostly drunk in a reservation hut, now always amongst a tribe of fools
Big Red Indian Joe is one of the ‘human beings’ and now lost without horse, tomahawk or a bow and arrow set, no more ‘plenty coup’; Big Red Indian Joe and a scaffold burial

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