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We Listen
~ Orannhawk 


crow
is never
silent
perhaps
quiet
but
never
silent
circling
above
listening
to the
rambling
 
sickly
orange
drips
waxy
echoes
of a
past
not meant
to come
again
 
pecking
at threads
pulling
away
the
color
once sacred
 
now
tainted
the color
of
hatred
oppression
accusation
deception
 
no
nest
will
be
created
from
the threads
of
hate
 
corvis
watches
and
hears
 
sing
with the
crows
 
our
color
is
sacred
 
strong
songs
of
the ancestors
 
crow
sings
and
we
listen.
 
 

The Wall and The Gate

~ R.Leith

sitting between the wall and the gate he eyed the guards
raising his eyes to God he prayed
maybe today my Lord maybe today

as the crowds began to enter the city
they would stop and bow to the guards
and it was then he would plead

please master take my box, I am begging you
and the throngs would ignore him
for they knew who he was

please master lift from me my burden
of hell on earth, my curse, my destiny
and stroll by they would, daring only to glance his way

at the end of another day
he would cry in his pity
he would lament in his misery and toil

maybe tomorrow someone will take my curse
and lift my immortal burden
he didn't realize he had no voice

the humpbacked stranger ask him kindly
what is in your box that no mortal man would relieve you of it
what is it you so desperately want to be rid of

he without the voice cried in an anguished reply
master, civilization has been my folly, my foil
they have taken my arms and my legs

I cannot walk, or grasp, or even move
the civilized have beheaded me and spit on me
and in this box I carry my skull and my hands and feet

I am a heathen, I have broken the law, and I suffer
but here I sit day after day, begging for peace and
waiting for the end of the world.




















I Can Hear You

~ Cloud Dancer


I can hear the silence of this empty house
In the quiet I choose each day
Loneliness or simply alone
The chair or bed or swing in the yard
One seated person one more time

I never imagined and certainly never knew
What life would be like without you

I have never met you
At least not yet
Everyday a wonder if you’ll show up before my eyes
I know I will recognize
The you I’ve never met

I never imagined and certainly never knew
What life would be like without you.




the shaking of snakes
(in honor of duane brayboy's birthday)

~ Dr. Dawn Karima


lurking by night,
at a pond called hayes,
strange days,
cracker crumbs rustle in bedsheets,
woven from dynastic disappointments.
warriors arise,
center truth over lies,
no disguise 
for this victory.




the plan that leads to doom 
(a birthday gift poem for duane brayboy)

~ Dr. Dawn Karima


treaties screech 
cut your hair,
follow lies,
bind idols and fiat before your eyes,
bite your tongue with the cruelty of lye,
bleed brine.
teacher says
cut covenants of strange fire and medicine,
out of the ashes, nations rise
conjugating the old paths
read right.