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HE CRAWLED
UP THE STONE WALL
ON HIS HANDS
AND HIS KNEES
HUNTING, SEARCHING
FOR HIS
RETRIBUTION
HIS FLOWER
RATS AND SNAKES
THEY BIT
HIS HANDS AND FEET
WRAPPED THEMSELVES
AROUND
HIS ARMS
AND LEGS
SEARCHED
FOR HIS THROAT
A WINDSTORM
CAME UP
IT BLEW
SAND AND DUST
INTO
HIS EYES
AND EARS
HE COULDN’T SEE
HE COULDN’T FEEL
OR TOUCH
HIS HANDS
WERE COLD
AND HIS FEET
BURNED
WATER FELL
FROM SOMEWHERE
A CHILD
RAN
THROUGH WATER
A FLOWER
WILTED
AND DIED
A CURSE
REFUSED
TO LAUNCH
FROM
THE LIPS
OF
A POOR FARMER
THE SUN
WOULD
NOT RISE
THE WATER
WOULD
NOT BOIL
~ R. P. Leith
Ghost Bones
goals
of ghost'
goals to golde
the age of
defiance
the patter of ageless
muttering bones
wa-hi`
signs of time
restless as a
tidal wind
ta-dse`
sew the ashen life
crowe beads
the dross of
centuries olde songs
reduced to sinew
fiber and a twist
of sweetgrass set aside
olde bones...smoke
shadow scapes
of feather dust
the morph of
silenced night
ho^-i-ni-do
the nocturnal strivings
of dream
ni-xo`-dse _ni
ka`-xe
sho^`-ge
ho^
steppe lightly
upon the forest loam
lest you steppe
on someone elses
breath
ni-o^`
mune rise
crowe shadows
songs blessed by
darkened shades
of sleep
zho^
mi
ke`-da-xe
stories take on
different sounds
the tones of those
whose language
is not spoken....
broken from memory
scarred by trauma
vowels and accents
of dried blood....
thoughts become
unfamiliar
a dim path
back to before
where was it?!
the journey....
how to begin?!
it must be
by blood travel
dna marrow unraveled
by river steam
the myst of smoke
beneath a finger
and so we must listen
from within the medley
of second sight
melted fires
mid night shift....
of hours
we`-to^_i^-da
time zones...discovery...
flowers
a gift
columbus...
a word of
destruction
discovery...a developmental task
ni`-the..
the reek
the risk
of annihilation
stealing time
from the skins
of others...
insanity of colours
melon
the curvature of earth
and equator
prejudice of the day...
how dark
is your skin?!
xi^-ha
invocations...
stone magik
when you dream..
they are right where...
you left them
pantheons..aeons
ages ago
depredations
of a sleeping dance
wa-tsi`...
the shake of leaves
deer toes
the shiver of muscles
that won't....
relax...
wa-hi`
a`-thi-ki-sha
bones
antler tips..
the rattle
of another season
changing...
frost..
touch of cold...
ka`-xe
ho-to^
the cry
of a crowe
the hoarse whisper...
of winter
Ba`-the
feathers floating
cooling upon the wind
mo^ -sho^_ga-mo^`-thi^
sacred songs
sacred smoke
floating in the air
that settles
upon the land
after ceremony
o^
u-k'o^
ghost'
golde
an age of defiance
we will suffer no more
ill will
nor the whimsy tirades
of a tyrant
lands
of our lands
we are RedEarth
we have seen this before
partitioned lands
made from
blood spilled
and bad behaviors
the lands
shall right their own wrongs
leaving the darkness
to be swallowed
by the rasp of its own
reptilian scales...
the shed of skin
as of a snake
onl good to be
left behind
doctrines
of devastation
can not be tolerated
they become
lessons learned at cost
embers
and ashes
o^
ni-xo`-dse
wa-mo^-dse
yea
ashes for seeds
growth,,,,transformation
to become that/
better reality...of evolution
golde
a lethargic mass
a glitter dust
on olde bones
the sweat serum
of a thousand yesterdays
ghost'
pick up the scent
of ancient conversations
charcoal...
faces....effigies
of an oral education
i^-dse`
i`-e
i-ha`
eagle of the land
the edge of
horizon's eye
smoke...shadows
the distance covered...
e`-to^-ha
mo^-zho^`_ko^-ha
burn marks
tire treads
dry triggers
of the present day
what bones have you found?!
in the brooding bleed
of the
Morning Star?!
Wa`-tse_do-ga
skies
high hills
line of sight
what do you see?!
above
mind's eye?!
i^-shta`
scorch marks
on the clouds
the high hills
are burning
scars wrap/warp
your senses
it is the ashes....
of once...
green things....
pa-ci`_stse-dse
roads
ghost' unchanging...
scenic miles...so you can
pick up styx
watch the flames dance
po-e`
wa-hi`-ga xto^
spill the bones
rudimentary odds
take the chance
heed the risk
remember the will
that lead you here
wa-zhi^_i-ta
free will...the smoothe rift
of a summer's breeze ...
remembered...
the song flames
that dance....
between your hands
no^-be`
listen to
the whisper of
live coals
it is the story
it is all there...
pe`-dse_ci-tse
xo-e`
the sigh
the sough
the whip of the
wind cant
weaving the tops
of trees?!...
sylvan sounds of
being...
the splintered songs
of ghost'...the grey lies
of golde
it would be better
to give acknowledgement
to the care-worn
should be cared-for bones
of our ancestors...
wa-mo^-pshe-the
Ghost'....golde
an age for which
we show defiance...
can you guess...
our behavior?....
olde bones...family
comes first...
we are
the GhostRoad Borne
and we have awakened
yet again....
on our way home...
no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni
~SoldierBlue