the chief is sitting at the lake shore
as if he were at the door
of the Universe,
the reverse
side of his thoughts
that fought
the betrayal
of the chaos
knows that he fights
for the right
having been doomed to lose,
the truth
has not been yet accepted,
the rapper
of the new generation
sits in adoration
of the potentiality of the world,-
no word,
no sound...
the constellation does his rounds
bound
to smash the wrong,
the chief still sits,
he isn't gone,
even if the enemy has won,
for a while,
the chief is firm, no mildness
in his appearance...
talk to him, don't be afraid of the interference...
the nearest
space ship is ready...
the ticket will be sent by FedEx.
Ivan Petryshyn USA