What do you do when
you're not a real person
or an actor--
a kind of Mister In-Between
like Burl Ives
whom we never could
determine if he was a
bad fat actor
or a fat bad actor
but we love him
just the same
when snowflakes fly
Everyone should have his time
to rut upon the stage
like two cats
outside your window
keeping you awake at night
or the energetic cast of Oh Calcutta.
There's the real person
(which I told you I'm not)
and the image one projects
but to act you've got to
be someone else
inside your head.
I was born for this role
born into this role
for as I see it now
there was no one else
sickly demented enough
to do it justice.
And it smells medicinal
this bitter pill
you're asking me to swallow
when there's no evidence
it will heal the world
or even this pesky toenail fungus.
And now I'm beginning to realize
just what you will exact from me
O Great Spirit
before I ride off into that sunset.
I'll try to take it like a man.
Like puffs of smoke
we are here and gone.
But I've a vision
that one day
Cherokee Nation
will return
proud and strong
and so will I...
so will I
