THE INDIANS
Taking all the phones
In his hands, he told
Them he wouldn’t be
Available foe questioning.
He knew he could
Shut the windows
And no one would come to his door.
He even
Bought a gun,
Insisting that the only
Noises he could hear
Were the naked feet
Of Indians, coal black and hunched,
Circling the edge
Of his burning field.