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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