Crazy Horse Reminds Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Created perfect...
in your raising were you tainted

From self-interest and corruption your
waters darkened

In the distance you were lost, unable
to find your way back

From depths, where your spirit lies cold
and unforgiven

But the initiation of your ancestors calls out
from what you first knew

Holding in their hands the perfection of your
birth,
—forever chanting your name

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: ‘Crazy Horse Reminds' May,2011)