Jimmy Santiago Baca
Into Death Bravely - Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
throws his great white shield
on the ground,
breaking thin arms of twisting branches,
and then howls
on the north side of the Black Mesa
a deep, throaty laughter.
Because of him
we have to sell our cattle
that rake snow for stubble.
Having lived his whole life
in a few weeks,
slow and pensive he walks away,
dragging his silver-stream shield
and over the ground,
he keeps walking slowly away
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