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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)
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