Graves Of Our Fathers

The Black Hills are crying,

our Mother forsaken

 

Enemy boot prints

where moccasins claim

 

To live just to die

in noble futility

 

All drums beat in silence

—He Sapa in shame

 

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2019)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

 

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