“endless buffalo”
winter sun crests
tobacco scent and smoking sage
bones entwined bearing winter weights
tears wiped
yet
mounted hooves beating
drumming living ways
singing songs of wounded knee
still
what mothers lay
children so still atop cemetery hill
while men wrongly graved
all yearning stomachs filled
~~may spring tall green grasses and endless buffalo bring
Photo credit @ Mr. Huynh posted Lonely Planet: Bialowieza Forest July 2012
http://lonelyplanet.seo1k.net/2012/07/lonely-planet-biaowieza-forest.html
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