The Men's Movement.
by Heather Harris

( With thanks to my friend, Ward Churchill )

He walked out into the dawning
Upon the land of his ancestors
To give thanks to the Creator for his existance
To find the sacred sweetgrass
Awaiting seekers of pure intention.

In the meadow
A sacred piece of Mother Earth
The sweetgrass hid from the raucous din
And confused thought processes.

There in the meadow
He found naked whitemen
Jumping clumsily and self-consciously about
Bringing forth disonance
From what should have been heartbeat drums.

These confused ones were seeking their inner selves
Seeking their primal roots
Seeking their true spiritualities
In the meadow
Where the sweetgrass cowered.