1680

In the pueblo revolt of 1680
the Indians became brutal
drug a monk with his own burro through the streets,
until he died and his brother leaped from the Mesa
They killed many innocents
and broke many sacred things
and danced like savages
through the flames

In the pueblo revolt of 1680
the tribes united to throw off a yolk
A crown that took children away for the mines
Replaced by church bells that still ring
Chapels built on broken backs...yet still sacred
guided by a knotted rope
carried with speed on the feet of youth
Hundreds of miles
Dancing the old dances
free from the savages
through the flames.