"The Ixtlan Song"

He stands knee deep in the desert
And looks over his left shoulder
For the glimmer.
We are always preoccupied
With "doing".
Were we forced into worlds of defeat
With bloodshot hands that pull retreat?
Look at the ground
And remove the ring.
It's a shame rattlesnakes can't smile,
The coyote's dream fades to black...
It's feet hurt in ecstasy.