Sacheen Littlefeather,
you are so good refusing the Oscar for Marlon Brando,
your perfect braids
you Apache vest with its beads
facing the ground, your Apache vest
with its invisible bloodstains
Sacheen Littlefeather you are so good
with your large mournful eyes, your
large mournful voice, Sacheen, in your eyes
I can see Chief Spotted Elk lying dead
amidst the winter, wearing Western clothing
which did not save him, Sacheen, how will the Earth Mother reclaim him
when the terrified Wounded Knee snow resting, no, dying on Her
embraces him so tight and cold?
Sacheen, I hear Chief Sitting Bull
converting to Catholicism in your voice
I can hear a funeral service for the Great Spirit
I can hear no hills and plains
to graze our horses, to build our tents, to track game
in your voice, Sacheen, our hearts are lost,
Sacheen, our stars are dead, our witch doctors,
their tongues ripped off, the tongue of our culture
ripped off, all lost
except for you, Sacheen Littlefeather
you are so good refusing the Oscar for Marlon Brando
who could not don the Apache vest
himself.
Sacheen Littlefeather,
you are so good posing for Playboy
your braids still perfect
your flawless naked Apache breasts
facing the ground, your naked breasts, sunlit,
lying close to the ground littered with golden daisies
all turning and writhing in the wind,
reaching out to suck on your Apache breasts
Sacheen Littlefeather, you are so good
with your walnut little feathers between your thighs
feathers that could give us all wings
that could ressurect Spotted Elk and Sitting Bull and the Great Spirit
that could be the first blessed grass
on new hills and plains we'd find
Sacheen Littlefeather, within your feathers between your thighs
we could graze our horses, build our tents, track game
but Sacheen Littlefeather,
I appreciate your sacrifice
Sacheen Littlefeather, who I wish could remain youthful forever,
you with your eyes and your voice too small in two thousand twelve,
your breasts and thighs way too large,
I appreciate the sacrifice you made, Sacheen Littlefeather,
you are so good undressing for Playboy
which could never take off the Apache vest
itself.
