BY the shores of Kitcheegoome CRAP was sold to matron lady WHO felt kinship with the Injun AND felt sad for extinct Bison BUT her husband made fun of her COME Here Squaw! he’d say! Why that cur MOCKED her sense of social justice WHEN the guests came he would insist ON a greeting that poked fun of NATIVE rhythms that she so loved: “HIYA-Marge-and-Pete-and-Nancy! HIYA-say-you’re looking-fancy!” The stretched-skin drum is a little too Clive Barker for my tastes, but that’s just me.