© Koda 1992
madman laughing at the moon,
as he releases the captured spirits
of indians from mirrors
he submerges beneath stars
reflecting on the warbling surface
of a satin coated pond.
The lost souls drift up from the water
as twisting mist to crowd around
his one-legged hopping, pirouetting form
like a dim-witted group of lanky
teenage boys waiting for someone
to tell them the direction of their lives.
He tells them
They lose faith in themselves and disappear.
He baptizes himself, but once under
The moonlight enlightens