After the sage is gone
After the tobacco has fallen
After the prayers have gone silent
After the singing has ceased
After the drums are still
After the rusting cars, mini-vans, trucks have rolled away
After the horses’ trailers have departed
After the alternator has been changed on the ancient blue and white pick-up
Then
Bowl sings
Instrument of a people without a country
But not without identity;
People making a new way-
Sings for a People with a land
Yet
Losing identity,
People fighting to heal their sacred hoop-
It sings rich and strong
To the North, South, East and West
To the sky
To the earth
To the wind
To spirit within and without
Bowl sings as never before
Deep and full
Seeking all walking the winds
Bowl sings
Hopes
Spotted Elk’s Band dances
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