Coyote's Eyes

for roddy yellowman

Hershman John, April 98 Location: Green Beach
Western Australia, October 1991
Mission: Combat War Games

My brother, Roddy blended into the shrubs and sand
      his scanning pupils were like charcoal
The moon reflected liquidly off the black sea
      the moon was his watching grandmother
The humid air was hot as he kept his M-16 rifle
      close to his sweaty brown body
It was a rule of the Marines:
      "Your rifle is an extension of your body"
He slowly crawled on his belly like a coyote
      ready to pounce a sleeping jackrabbit.

Coyote called out to his brothers
      "Brothers, come help, push my rock"
He wanted to play with the lizards
      they were sliding down the hill on smooth stones
All the little desert lizards ran up the hill
      pushing the great rock with tiny arms
The elder lizard stood at the hill bottom
      he shook his head in disapproval
The rock groaned and cracked
      Coyote smiles as pebbles rolled down the hill.

Roddy crawled his way up the hill
      he was a scout for the military game
With his night-vision goggles he scanned for the Aussies
      he saw no movement, no fires, nothing
The vision through the goggles reminded him of Navajoland
      he saw home, except the sound of the surf was wrong
His radio crackled like static as he turned it on
      "Sir, everything's dead" he whispered
He hid his form next to a great shrub
      "Yeah, yellowman keep your eyes open" said Sergeant Vega
Then Roddy heard pebbles rolling down the hill
      It wasn't him...

The rock gave way with a great thundering crack
      Coyote went underneath it, rolling down the hill.

"There's someone out here!" yelled Roddy into the radio
      as the sound of crackling leaves came through the shrubs
The shrub exploded, a bomb made of leaves and twigs
      fear raced through his back as he covered his face
Overhead, a great force of wind knocked him over
      and he rolled down the hill.

With huge eyes like a trout's they watched in awe
      all the desert lizards saw the rolling fall
They scrambled for safety out of the rolling path
      and stood watching to see what happen next
As the dancing dust settles.

At the bottom of the hill, they couldn't see nothing
      darkness...they were both blind
Coyote's beautiful blue eyes popped out of his head
      and rolled into a stream, lost
Roddy's binoculars fell from his brown hand
      and rolled into night's blanket, lost.

"Ayah! Ayah!" cried Roddy and Coyote from the pain
      "Chindi net!" they cursed.

Coyote tried to get up
      but the rock tore his body apart
One arm went to the East
      the other went to the West
One leg went to the North
      and the other went to the South.

Roddy tried to get up
      but his back was hurting
"Your rifle is an extension of your body"
      the phrase flashed through his mind
His rifle was gone to the directions
      it was like losing his protective arms.

All the lizards laughed
      until tears came to their eyes
Two crows fell from the hands of Grandfather Sky
      they were trying to breathe, laugh and fly
It was funny to see Coyote fall apart.

At the filltop the radio called his name
      "Corporal yellowman!, Yellowman!, Yellowman!,..."
He climbed his way back up the hill
      "Uh...Sir..." Roddy slowly breathed into the radio
"What happened, Yellowman!?" Sarge Vega replied
      "I don't know?!"       "You don't know!"
"The bush next to me exploded and knocked me down"
      "A bush?...it was a God-damn roo!"__"A roo?"
"A roo...a kangaroo...didn't you ever see one?"
      Roddy started to laugh until he couldn't breathe

Vega heard an echo of laughter in the distance
      it sounded like a coyote howling to the moon.

"Come help me, my little brothers" howled Coyote
      he had no eyes, arms or legs
"I told you not to play with us" instructed the elder lizard
      he stood looking at the log, Coyote had become
"Help me, brother"       "No!"       "Why, brother?"
      "Only if you never play with us again"
"I will never play with you again."

Roddy found his rifle as the first rays of the Sun
      peeked over the blue-black oceans of dawning.

The elder lizard instructed the little lizards
      they ran to the four directions and brought Coyote's limbs
They put his arms and legs crookedly back on Coyote
      finally Coyote stood and said "I can't see"
His eyes were lost in the steam
      so the elder lizard whispered to the two crows
They flew to a nearby hogan over the hill
      at a firepit, the two crows pick up charcoal bits
The elder lizard told Coyote to look up to the sky
      he looked up and saw nothing
The crows dropped their hot coals
      into Coyote's eye sockets and he screamed
Everyone saw Coyote running around in circles
      and they all began to laugh again.

Roddy found his night-vision goggles behind a bush
      as he stood up to stretch
He blinked his tired charcoal eyes, they felt dry and red
      and he wondered if the wet youthfulness would ever return
he watched the moon begin to set into the Australian ocean
      it was his grandmother going home
In the fading whiteness of the moon
      he saw the brown face of his grandmother
She spoke in broken English finishing her Coyote story
      "That's why when you see a coyote
his body is twisted and raggedy
      as for Coyote's eyes
they are black and empty
      no longer are they beautiful"

Hershman John

First published in Expedition: The Magazine of the U. of Pa.
Museum of Archaelogy and Anthropology, Vol. 37, #1, 1995

© 1992 by Hershman John.
All rights reserved. No reproduction permitted
without the express permission of the author.

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