A Coin Poem by Carl Sandburg
A Coin
Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
Partners in the mist.
Lunging buffalo shoulder,
Lean Indian face,
We who come after where you are gone
Salute your forms on the new nickel.
You are
To us:
The past.
Runners
On the prairie:
Good-by.
The buffalo and an Indian were on reverse sides of the new nickel, representing the past. What a coin. Good-bye.
Luis, to me he is mourning the disappearance of the Bison and the Native Americans. I've often thought that American men could be divided into two groups; those that killed the Bison and those that did not. I know who the buffalo hunters would have voted for.
is it, maybe, the famous Indian Head penny? Indian Head pennies were made from 1859 to 1909.. right? ?
Hardly...There are poems written about thousands of Bison carcasses laying in the sun rotting after being scalped for their hides, and the filthy men that did the work. One of America's saddest chapters and a powerful indictment of capitalism at it's worst.
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4/27/2024 10:28:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Poem is a salute and honor to the masters of the prairie