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I had wanted to help with Ziolkowski's art
I had wanted to honor Crazy Horse
They only wanted dynamite experts
And heavy equipment operators
His maquette points to the Black Hills
An impolite usage of an index finger
Crazy Horse cannot protest,
But his great grand children can
Standing Bear went off the reservation
No council meetings or powwow
A surprise attack on the Black Hills
Rushmore redux of a Red Man
Custer's corpse with pierced ear drums
Still doesn't hear
Andrew Myrick said "Let them eat grass!"
His dead mouth stuffed with it
The crime, on going
American natives still feel steel
Conquistadores shed their armor for
Business suits, but the gold remains
Where are the straight tongues?
Treaties and smallpox blankets
White men are very good at marketing
The Great Spirit knows this
I had wanted to honor Crazy Horse
They only wanted dynamite experts
And heavy equipment operators
His maquette points to the Black Hills
An impolite usage of an index finger
Crazy Horse cannot protest,
But his great grand children can
Standing Bear went off the reservation
No council meetings or powwow
A surprise attack on the Black Hills
Rushmore redux of a Red Man
Custer's corpse with pierced ear drums
Still doesn't hear
Andrew Myrick said "Let them eat grass!"
His dead mouth stuffed with it
The crime, on going
American natives still feel steel
Conquistadores shed their armor for
Business suits, but the gold remains
Where are the straight tongues?
Treaties and smallpox blankets
White men are very good at marketing
The Great Spirit knows this
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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Untitled.
Daydreams and telephone calls,
UNO cards and shooting stars.
Broken dreams and empty promises.
(Tell me darling, is this really what it's all about?)
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Where are you now,
What do you do,
Where have you wandered my quaint little you,
Of all the paths,
From all of our days,
This one was never far from the craze,
It flickered and glowed,
Danced here and there,
But now burns to brightly for me to quite share,
How could it be,
Through too bright light,
I see shadows and darkness grin with delight,
All of my-selves,
We beg for more,
While brain and caring are pushed to the floor.
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Everything you wrote here is right [and also so very wrong] against both America's natives.
Perhaps more in North America, I don't know, but I do know many U.S. Indians, family, and the "native still feel steel" and wonder "Where are the straight tongues?" I know the sign language to warn another U.S. Indian of a lie, and it doesn't look anything like a straight tongue. I wish I knew you more. I must read more. Thank you.