The Indian's Lamentation :Or a Tribute To John Trudell's Work

THE INDIAN'S LAMENTATION(OR A DEDICATION TO JOHN TRUDELL'S WORK) We felt it,but we ignored The wind as it blew: dry? Yes.Cold? Perish the thought!Still we felt it. We saw it. In the coif of a bison's coat Dancing in a forced ritual to an invisible master. We saw it. In the lone leaf. The one Caught by Nature's Messenger And blown into our wretched stoked fire. We saw it and we knew it but we ignored it. Now we remember times we ignored, When you looked around and saw Upturned, frightened faces Seeking answers that none wants to hear And the color of their eyes was fear Once a hundred? A million? A myriad! But now I sit alone. By my self by the shore Waiting for Nature's Messenger. Waiting for Nature's Messenger.