Cloud Man pens more White Clay

April 24, 2012 at 4:16 am (creative writing, culture, exploring interconnectedness, history, Indigenous People, Lakota, life, Native Americans, Pine Ridge Indian reservation, random, Writing)
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 White Clay

 

There were two bars in the hamlet.

I like the word Hamlet.

It cleans up the place nicely,

There was Jumping Eagles.

And

There was Stabler’s

Just two bars.

To survive a Saturday night there

Was do-able,

It was dangerous and not.

It is more dangerous now.

I never saw anyone close to dying

Now I do

Back then death was sudden

I had two friends die Sudden

A half mile from the HAMLET.

Sad ass joke to be or not to be.

But if I was there they were laughing

Laughing as they slammed into the other car.

Only nine died that day

.

.

Cloud Man

 

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