Under the white sun, the twisted people came with their twisted God. Under the white sun, they twisted the throats of those they encountered. Eventually, they twisted the land. Now they have twisted the weather. Today, most of us are twisted, but we should pray for those few who are not. Maybe they can shelter us, however briefly, from the blazing colonial sun that has incinerated our shadowed blood for four centuries now. Adrian C. Louis was born and raised in Nevada and is an enrolled member of the Lovelock Paiute Tribe. A new book of poems, Random Exorcisms, is due from Pleiades Press in 2016. More info at Adrian-C-Louis.com.