Allegience

It must be time now.
We have to roll around again
to find something people like in the public world.
Not politics, which is hateful,
nor government, which most people find evil.
We of the class of sixty-seven made our point quite thoroughly on these matters.
Our platform, sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll, has been widely adopted.
 

Sometime it might be nice if people had something to believe in.
Not any people, but the people who count.
The people with energy, people with hormones.
The people who wonder and think and imagine and create.
Young people, who move and talk and fuck and fight
and meet strangers
and get some shit done.
Their human energy will not push for anything unless they like it.
 

Kids are not going to buy wholesale loads of bullshit.
Me and my generation, we made damn sure of that.
So will the human species move again?
Can we get something cranked up that the real people think is progress?
 

There's something nibbling the back of my mind.
It's probably not the answer, it's way too crazy.
If I bounce my idea off enough lunatics,
one of you might come up with the answer.
That's how it's done.
 

There will come a day when one of my ideas will get me killed.
That's not this one, though it sounds wild and radical.
The idea killers won't think this one is truly dangerous.
Only nuts would take it seriously.
 

Speaking of my people, what do my people like?
We like something with a kick to it, something to shake up the fools.
It better be something strong.
We like something of mystery,
which makes you ask the age-old question, What the fuck?
 

Something that slinks through the shadows, comes up in your face.
We like trees and animals and their spirits and the Native way.
We like whispers of Magick and echoes from the shades of the Ancient Ones.
We like our reality served with lagniappe,
a little extra there to make it fancy for our tastes.
We want life to be a bit spicy.
 

We like our games serious and our reality virtual,
so you can change the ground rules a bit
to see how it would play if things were different.
We refuse to believe in anything we can't enjoy believing,
for what's the good of being alive if all the truth is stupid?
 

What can there be to bring my people out again?
It has to be right on or they won't show up.
There has to be an image they can picture in their minds.
There must be a symbol that resonates:
that's us; you've got our number this time.
There needs to be myth bigger than life and older than the hills.
It has to be sexy and dangerous and a kick in the teeth to the squares.
 

I propose we revive a kingdom on this continent.
You balk, and shy away, distasteful politics tinging your palates.
What if the monarch were an anarchist?
We have reached the point in post-history
where only contradictions can be true,
where all correct answers must contain paradox.
 

I believe we need to personify our beliefs,
to select a live individual with whom we can differ or even agree,
to embody our lusts and passions,
to centralize our tendencies and leanings,
to state our opinions and reveal our discoveries.
We need one who can rally the interesting people,
near whom they can linger
as they drift in from the far edges of this continent.
 

Now is the time our people must gather,
as we gently work ourselves free, extricating those worth saving,
from a suicidally gridlocked society.
Only a powerful symbol can call our people in.
 

Where is this kingdom shit coming from, off the wall?
The idea is to continue the Native American dynasty,
underground for two hundred seventy years,
since the Natchez family of Suns
were dispersed among the Five Civilized Tribes,
who have written records.
 

A far-fetched notion? Delightfully so.
But is it wrong? You would have to ask the Indians.
The trouble with doing that, is the Indians are on our side.
They won't help you prove the North American dynasty is dead.
 

I have this little gift for history.
I dig out secrets, and they seem to work out my way.
It's a handy kind of knack to have.
So what's the point? Why pull this shit?
The ideals of the United States are grinding to a shuddering halt.
It's not working out for the people, and certainly not for the land.
 

I was meditating on top of a Natchez mound, in Natchez,
on a huge stump from an ancient pine,
when a golden eagle flew down to me,
close to me as you are.
We talked for fifteen minutes,
then I left the bird up there.
 

We talked of the times, and how things are going these days.
Perhaps our affairs would be better governed,
if we were to govern ourselves in some of the old ways.
The Natchez dynasty could feel responsible for the land,
even if no one owned it,
having belonged to the land for untold centuries before.
 

I would like to mention yearning.
Young people now are hurting
just like we hurt in the Sixties,
but you don't have any Vietnams to blame it all on.
Something like this could open new doors to emotional fulfillment.
 

Reinstating the ancient Indian dynasty in this land
would resurrect antique feelings none of us have ever experienced.
Those odd old words would come to new light.
Legitimacy of the reign in the realm.
That means there's something there that's supposed to be there.
That would be a unique feeling to have.
 

Cultural continuity.
Allegience to the Mound Builders monarchy
would make us part of the Mound Builders people, regardless of race.
Suddenly all of American history is ours, not ours against theirs.
The guilt of genocide is gone, and the guilt of enslavement.
Those people of old who communed with Nature here,
that's us.
 

Personal loyalty.
There's somebody you know, whose side you will be on whatever happens.
Just because it's right.
Everybody knows you feel that way.
People would travel a long way to get these feelings today.
Because life doesn't hurt so much when you feel like that.
 

Are you starting to see any point to all this?
Explain it to somebody.
Tell them it starts off weird, but then it gets plain strange.
Tell them you think the Magick might be coming back in the world.
Tell them maybe there's something you're not suspicious of.
Now is the time our people must gather.
It must be time now.

Whither?