The Obituary

I begin the  story:
Tie the threads
Wrap the silk thread 
Preparing for beads of action
To weave into the future:
The web begins to be woven.

The spider consumes time
Genocidal Memories

Wrapping her loom
Daily
A dream catcher 
The pain...the sorrow...
Die and rebirth with this child's generation.

Yet more distant as the dew 
One bead slips on
And I say prayer
Tears falling 
beads slipping silently
Onto the point of history.

Weaving family 
Weaving wars lost
Designing a historical narrative
Of white wrapped threads 
Not of the People.

Spider silently continuing her task
Peace falling by a hundred loose threads as
The negotiation of treaties
(Promised) 
With the wind loosing its greed sweeps
Away the future
Damaging hope.

As I slip another bead in prayer
Into society....wondering....
Determined the story will change itself.
Flailing in the rising wind
To find another anchor:
Anger turning actionless
The spider spent, children born.

And I m done...
Tying off the white silk and sleek
Richness...that frames only
The obituary of the past.

~  Sheri Rene' Watson











Shadow Men

shadow men
 holding ashe 
like sinew 
is to bone
wa-hi`
sheer crystal shine
walking dark
& light
they siing 
with soughing winds
breaking 
against cliffs
& rock
ta`-ko i'^`
xo`-e
they sing
they say
prayer melodies
wa-tho^
we are hollow
we are not/
alone
bent treasures
of harvest
corn stalks
tied into shapes
of lodge poles
small circles
vast netwroks
roots...to mirror
the route
home
wa-ci`-da_u-zho^-ge
& they...kiss the sun
and they...kiss 
the stars
leavening light
to lighten the darkness
sha`-be
da`-ci-hi
cleansing hearts
tho^-dse
songs seasons
ga-co^`-i^
da`-ko^
it is the dawn
that chooses
to light our way
and we with it
shadow men
holding ashe
no clear colours
xo`-dse
only the grey lines
of travel
xe`-ga
they dance 
the dead grass
down to smoothe
ground
for dreaming
ho^-bthe
to^-de
It is mourning time
and everything stirs
and the  cheyenne
river people say
to the authors
of the blaque snake
we...will be...waiting..


no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni


~ SoldierBlue