Squaw

Round and round she goes
Knotted in her hand
Thousand lines she moans
Rhythms in the sand
Was she ever green?
I asked her if she ever laughed
Her leathery brown feet
Have they ever danced?

What the hell is going through her mind?
Is she casting spells? Will I wake up blind?
Satchel filled with roots and sticks and beaver grease and eyes
Oh I know she'll never let it go, that skillet that I traded for her life

Round and round she goes
A weir, a fishing line
Smoke and sweat and coals
Tell the horror in her mind

Can she summon up a wendigo?
Does she ever sleep? Do her nostrils glow?
Nipples hanging low just like the bags beneath her eyes
Oh I know it won't be long before she casts off to the land beyond the sky
Teeth worn down to nubs on roots and squirrel meat and vines
Oh I know it won't be long before she casts off to the land beyond the sky