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Dawn’s highway
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind 235 >>
“Me and my —ah— mother and father —and a grandmother and a grandfather— were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just —I don’t know what happened— but there were
Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. 236 >> So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta’ been about four —like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back —is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians… maybe one or two of ’em… were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into muy soul.
And they’re still in there.” 237 >>
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A. 238 >>
Blood streams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born iii the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, it’s following me
Indian, Indian, what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all 239 >>