A Response in kind
A moment,
A man, sitting Indian-style
Hat out for change.
Pavement below,
Pavement behind.
Did recognition
alight in your eyes?
You feigned it well
Much like your life.
There is no worship
to be found. I’ve searched.
No childish memories
That remain untainted
Like the burnt edges
Of a childhood photo
Long lost to the ages.
I have naught from you
But a name
And a history you never
Taught me.
Not a solitary image.
Do you carry one of me
In your empty wallet?
In the end you were
a bow and arrow,
a tomahawk.
A deserter manitou.