July 13, 2011
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The Music Beyond The Hill
In the vastness of endless prairie there rises a solitary hillock
A strange disquieting bump in this otherwise stretched-out treeless land
A flat hypnotic wind-whispering of wild switch-grass
The only sound in this mournful immaterial landscape
It is here on this funereal plain the solitary traveler
Trudges slowly in sorrowful strides toward the distant burial mound
Plopped down as if by some heavenly presence
Upon this unforgiving panorama - spread under great flowing cloudscapes
Buried under the tall solitary mourning-poles are the last possessions
Of the braves who fell to the Winchesters of the dispossesors
Sent to rid the stolen land of riff-raff savages and their broods
And grace it with god-fearing folk who would fence and rekindle the unbroken sod
After the slaughtering… After the murderers rode off… After the rending tears...
The fallen were raised up and slung - naked and unadorned
Between the stripped-thin trunks of tree-poles carried from distant forests
By the survivors hidden in the singing grass
Safe from predators – Their eyes left open for the eternal viewing of celestial spirits
Unvisited now - because remnants of their tribe have left to follow the western star
Those lifeless forms decayed until only bleached bones were visible
Web-like patterns of human remains - to click ever-so-softly in the freshening breeze
In the sorrowful annals of our dominant race
No acts of cruelty and betrayal can compare to the vicious destruction
Of a once-proud and mostly peace-loving culture
With its belief that all land was sacred - forever remaining free-travelled and unfenced
This assurance was in truth the natives’ death knell –that soft click of bones
A tolled remembrance - imagined prairie music of a sacramental spirit-bell
Note: An article about an Indian reservation exempt from federal regulation
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Comments (2)
So sad and haunting.
This is gripping in its imagery. Phenomenal.
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