Sunrise is a time when the Dawn people, or Ka't'sina, come into contact with this world, known as "the fifth world." But Tayo only has a fuzzy understanding of this tradition, so this prayer that he offers is intuitive. The sunrise poem is based on Laguna Pueblo tradition. Living things change, and change means transitions. As Tayo mentions earlier, the "instant of the dawn was an event which in a single moment gathered all things together-the last stars, the mountaintops, the clouds, and the winds-celebrating this coming." It's a moment of transition, which Betonie tells us is very important, because transitions are what hold life and stories together. Honoring the sunrise is the ultimate sign of this in-tuneness, because the sunrise represents so many aspects of nature at once. As Tayo learns, being healthy means being in tune with nature and the spirit world. He continues to offer this prayer to the sunrise at key moments throughout the second half of the novel, and it serves as a sign that he's on the road to health. It's a tribute to the sunrise and a repetition of the sunrise song Tayo first sings the morning after he meets Ts'eh. That doesn't keep it from packing quite the punch, though. And what little still remained to white people was shriveled like a seed hoarded too long, shrunken past its time, and split open now, to expose a fragile, pale leaf stem, perfectly formed and dead.The novel's final poem is teensy-tiny-only three lines long. Hollow and lifeless as a witchery clay figure. But the effects were hidden, evident only in the sterility of their art, which continued to feed off the vitality of other cultures, and in the dissolution of their consciousness into dead objects: the plastic and neon, the concrete and steel. The destroyers had tricked the white people as completely as they had fooled the Indians, and now only a few people understood how the filthy deception worked only a few people knew that the lie was destroying the white people faster than it was destroying Indian people. It was the white people who had nothing it was the white people who were suffering as thieves do, never able to forget that their pride was wrapped in something stolen, something that had never been, and could never be, theirs. “The people had been taught to despise themselves because they were left with barren land and dry rivers.
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