Moccasin

Moccasin
Joseph Delli Gatti, Copyright 2002

Do not hesitate.
Go and meet your highest fate.
We have got to seize the dying day.

Bare feet hit the ground – throwing dust and earth around.
Arms flailing voices wailing – the drums begin to pound.
Half solum and half ire as they prepare the pyre;
Men dance and chant as they bring the fire.

Do not hesitate.
Go and meet your highest fate.
We have got to seize the dying day.

Driving stakes through the ground – throws dust and earth.
The chorus drowns out the cantos as the Spirit’s found.
Now they’ll never tire – louder as they light the pyre!
Arms flail; voices wail; the fire burns higher and higher!

Do not hesitate.
Go and meet your highest fate.
We have got to seize the dying day.

We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)
We have got to seize the day (higher and higher and higher and higher)

Red sparks, pain, and anger fly –
dying as they reach the bleeding sky.
Drums beat inside my head –
killing, killing, killing ’till another day’s dead.