I had a great friend   in Tulsa, Oklahoma   A Muscogee Creek Woman   at the basement rock show      the last time i was there   she made a pinion fire   and she talked about ghosts and old paranormal stories   one about a ball of life that had entered in her body      later that night   i cannot fall asleep   i was thinking bout the spirit in the half breed's graveyard   and the picture on the wall   out to me she did recall   i went to sleep   her grandpa cursed the white man in his language      and on the floor i lay   more embarrassed than afraid   a low muttered curse became the sound of women laughing...      I propped up my head   in the darkness i reread    a photocopied interview   of the man in the photograph      Mose Wiley: A biography, Works Progress Administration   Here is some of what he said:      "I am a Creek Indian   born in 1886   4 miles east of   Ana, Oklahoma   My father's name was Willie Kautale   A full blooded Creek   he had little education    my mother's name it was Polly Watson   and she belonged a Lady's Society   she was a baptist   so was my father   and I myself am a Baptist Minister   when i was a boy   at the age of 8 years   very few Creek had plows or a wagon   if you had a plow, pony, shovel or a wagon   it was no lie if you called yourself a rich man   farms those days were   5 or 6 acres   corn hand planted   3 kernels to a hill   if you wanted hog meat you could always have some   the woods were full of wild pig all year long   and money was not used   if we had to pay the bills   Chief would pay the blacksmith   we would pay the doctor.   Groups would form and   got a lot of wood and   did all the things that the doctors needed done."      Sometimes I'm sure,    I'm really quite sure that the obscure images have a great significance   The ice berg tipped    the hull the on the ship, theres an awful lot of love it's got to make a little difference.