Crystalline Cool (23)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (23)"
   
   The old man wasn't as dumb as he played.  Back in the day, they referred to him as the "Little Wolf."  Of course, the Wolf Totem is minor, yet the Coyote's Totem is infinite, and if tame and domesticated; next, from everlasting to everlasting.  Though, as Blake knew:  "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."  Still, the old man liked being tame nowadays.
   As Duncan and Roadkill slept, the Apache native puffed away his prayers outside, a bit swayed and pleased in his bizarre yet mercy-ridden child; plus, he liked the dog.  
   The old man looked at the glimmering glow of the big neon cheese--her being a metaphorical matriarch that highlights the night sky.  Tonight:  Beaver Moon, so high above, hung by the hands of God Himself.  And though Duncan was merely a half-breed, the old man adored the boy, him ornamented in wisdom, maintaining strength through the family's trials; moreover, that his son had acted and spoke on the powers of Kings, such as Solomon, knowing:  "Hearken unto your father that begat you, and despise not thy mother when she is old.  The fear of the LORD is to hate evil:  pride, arrogance, and the evil way, and the fraudulent mouth do I hate."
   So, after extinguishing his cigar's burning cherry, he who was once a Chief strolled into the humble habitat, and while the boy and dog slept, the once honored Chief made a bowl of Lucky Charms, knowing that even the Irish were hated by many men.