Like They Teach Us, In the West

My sweet gentle
father is dead
My loving and kind
brother is dead
I hear my brother
in one ear, he says
I hear my father
in the other, he says
Beyond the cacophony
of debt and suffering
In my head
I wish, I could
Dance and sing
for the ancestors
But, America has stolen
My sensibilities, so
I grieve alone
Like they teach us
In the West