The Trickster

A squalid shack huddled in a copse of withered trees
I awoke in its belly, on a bed of dead leaves

Coyote leered beastly from the foot of the bed
One eye glowed like a pearl from the ruin of his head

“I’ve prayed and I’ve sang for four days and four nights
To cleanse your red blood from that poisonous bite

I’ve bought you some time, but another year you won’t see
Head east and make haste to the town of Trinity"

Poison’s in everything
Nothing’s without poison
Poison’s in everything
Nothing’s without poison

"A great healer roams the deserts there, go find him if you will
He holds the spring to boundless life, and he’ll sell you your fill”

Coyote howled with laughter and his white eye bulged and grew
“My medicine has placed you on a path to something new”

Poison’s in everything
Nothing’s without poison
Poison’s in everything
Nothing’s without poison

The other men were gone, as was the sun from in the sky
I was alone with the old shaman with his blind and ghostly eye

I took my leave and breathed deeply of inky, endless night
The stars hung from the heavens with a cold, infernal light