And There Is None
I cry for justice
and there is none
I see
blackened eyes
fleshed out
in brown tithes
of skin
tossed upon a
green-turned wind
seeking/searching
for truth/for light
and there is none
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Where oh where
still rings the blood
full of storm strength
where oh where
still screams
the voice
native blood filled
and blood full
screaming for the freedom
of the wind/
in a place
where there
is
none
I listen for it
a scream
fading into the darkness
where there is none/
I wait for it/
a name
rising to the fortold winds
seeking wings
where there are none
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In a world
where the earth
supposedly has no name
you paste made hollow ones
seem to spend an inordinant amount of time
trying to sum it up
w/o knowing
the
size and scale
of what it is
you see
even when there is nothing more
to grasp/
except for the dream
settling upon the
setting lines
of the horizon
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By turn
and by focus
of the day and its fire
I see the Mohawk
I see the Yankton Dakota
I see the Cheam
I see the Mi'qmak
I see the rank
and file
of the Oneida people
as they cry out
against the pain
that is rubbing up
against their bones
of belief and life
even when
there is none
physically in the casting
of the greys
The grace
that slenderly holds/
against the sorrows
that continue
and
even if
there should be
none of us
as red earth left/
except for where lay
the bones
of ancestral burial
you others would still
not be alone
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For there/
there where we lay
there lies the blood of justice
and freedom
there/there lie our blessings
from the raven
and
the black Crowe
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Of which we
as the indigenous
of red earth
shall continue
to believe in/
now/ as when we
step upon the Ghost Road
and that/ is the truth
even if there were none of us
left
to be seen/
here/
upon our known/
red earth
of Turtle Island/
even if/
we were none
Soldier Blue