Shout Sister The Buttress

Neither Christian nor Indian
I walk the meridian
Of horizons that's hidden
It's the wild blue-eyed child from the mission
With hesitance the medicine men undid my baptism
With a glass prism and some black liquid
A dream that lasted for weeks
Weakly she speaks sound through
A fever of a thousand degrees
"They come by the hundreds
With thunder and trumpets
To where your son sleeps"
Take heed!
I remember being in the field with Mary and Martha
Til the breeze through thе leaves of the trees
Brought thе screams of my father
Through the reeds and the marshes I wander
Farther!
Slumbering underneath the broad-leaf tree
Til the omen beckons me, threatening
"Embark into the darkness
Eat the honey from the lion's carcass
Hearken the hearts of men to repent
Show them the omens
They'll know you were sent"
So I went