Dog Soldier
Were there ends to all
the battles the wars
I could yet make like
The Crow The Cheyenne
and stand my ground with
coup-stick or tether
'til-Death-staked...
but there are no ends
within sight
of me little left
still to fight...
deep earth calls to me
and i go
at last Peace Quiet
and Darkness...
Happiness.
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