Dance of Wovoka
Maybe i died back there..
There over there ....
Still further.........
Along the plains of abraham..
Where i got my surname.
so they called me jackson and placed a surgeon
generals warning along my side.
they buried me in a carton at 711.
they blurred my vision in the headlights.
they blackened my eyes and said i was a ghost.
maybe i died back there.....
still further back..
when the ghost dance was all that was left.
like a cloud in a sky of too much blue.
i faded away...
"the ghost dance...aka dance of wovoka"
During a solar eclipse on January 1, 1889, Wovoka, a shaman of the Northern Paiute tribe, had a vision. Claiming that God had appeared to him in the guise of a Native American and had revealed to him a bountiful land of love and peace, Wovoka founded a spiritual movement called the Ghost Dance.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2021
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