the current of life

            








                  GHOST DANCE






I


at Sand Creek, at wounded knee creek
the valleys are filled with bones
after the first green shoots of spring
when the wind stirs

 the leaves and knee-high grasses
they will come, a gathering of many tongues
to hear of new soil coming like a tide
to greet the return of the buffalo

 the herds of wild horses
the sound of thunder on the plains
they will dance and chant
from dawn until dawn
they will dance and chant
until they feel the earth move




II


the wind whistles a dry song
the sun touches the valley floor
the hills breathe a dusty breath


there is shaking and rattling
tired bones coming together
each scattered part finding a place
brittle fingers gather
flesh of roots and moss
eyes of rounded Stone
the laughter of the coming storm
shakes the world with its voice










                                   Randy Lundy






















....metis song












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