The Old Crow Moon
For Joy Harjo

That old Crow moon is going to get you thinking
As he shines through your night time dreams
He takes you back to the Wolf that was stalking
The snow laid on the ground in winter times
His light cast shadows on warriors out seeking
For truth on plains of those unsound written reams
Of pages of histories that were not of their making
As the buffalo and people died as estate claims
Changed the lay of the land into grab and taking
The wolf followed the stray scent of the dimes
Left to the few on horseback and those walking

That old Crow moon is going to get you thinking
As he shines through your night time dreams
He takes you back to the Cold casino raking
In the interest of the people now in streams
Of icy future, where deer run in fear shaking
As they see the promises of the wheel creaking
Then stopping short of the black, on crimes
That come from what pleases the drinking
The fire and passion slides into the tomes
Of the liar and prison, the State of breaking.


That old Crow moon is going to get you thinking
As he shines through your night time dreams
He takes you back to the Redness of striking
Beauty, when the Moon in glory had its beams
Kissed by the Sun without ever once blinking
Then together enraptured like two lovers seems
Too good to be true, when now lives are sinking
Into foreclosure and debt, when poverty teems
Summer romance of this past, but a kind of faking
Of the future, you should avoid all what gleams.


That old Crow moon is going to get you thinking
As he shines through your night time dreams
You pay attention to him, his feathers blacking
The moons gone past, because now his light aims
To get you stretching your soul and awaking
To what you can do if only, he writes in beams
He caws from the skies to the Crows slaking
Their thirst on the dew of hope and dreams
He knows their families and their way of thinking
You will accomplish much if you stay in teams.