Palo Soleri Theater. Indian School. Santa Fe, June, 2009

The band sounds like Austin in the '80s, like heroin, like what I didn't know 
About myself 

It never fails to surprise me 
How you've managed to stay dead 
Even all these years 
When you could barely make it through a rainy afternoon 
Without re-arranging the furniture 

Don't you remember 
That illegal rave down Cerrilloes 
When I was so pregnant 
And that girl gave you the eye 
And I cut her with a look 
How suddenly the group of Indian kids 
Picked up a pile of green boughs 
And started fancy dancing with them 
And for just a minute we were in that other world 
Until they started slamming again 

I haven't remained 
So ignorant 

I know now 
That other world 
Is also this one 

And we are one 
Citizenry-- 
The living and the dead. 
 

by Mariam Sagan