Before dawn the coyotes
 weave medicine songs
 dream nets – spirit baskets –
 milky way music
 they cook young girls with
 to be woman;
 or the whirling dance of
 striped boys –
At moon-set the pines are gold-purple
Just before sunrise.
The dog hastens into the undergrowth
Comes back panting
Huge, on the small dry flowers.
A woodpecker
Drums and echoes
Across the still meadow
One man draws, and releases      an arrow
Humming, flat,
Misses a gray stump, and splitting
A smooth red twisty manzanita bough.
Manzanita     the tips in fruit,
Clusters of hard green berries
The longer you look
The bigger they seem,
 `little apples'

                   Gary Snyder
                   Turtle Island

Happy Sunday.

And here is a rather interesting album I stumbled upon …

Sylvain Chauveau ~ Le Livre Noir Du Capitalisme (2000)