Kokopelli plays his flute
to gather clouds, heavy
with water over the winter desert,
a creator carved on stone.
Koko plays his flute
to make the corn grow,
a stick figure dancing.
Koko plays his flute
to call the women to him
so he can tickle their tits
and rise off the hard
surface he rests on,
a hunchbacked little god.
Freed by the wearing of stone
by wind and water,
Koko wanders off,
following the trail of
his own musical notes.
Another winter, and Koko's
too busy to play his flute
to gather rain clouds,
too busy to play his flute
to make the corn grow.
So a magician saddles Koko
with a wife, and inscribes
them deep into desert stone.
© Trina Baker, 1996