An Indian Trance
Spherical drums caressed by skins of buffalo
Stretched to their limits large on hollowed wood
Beat out with thunder, the heartbeat of the Earth
Define the universe, the breath of God's creation
Strong men whisper while horses bow their heads
Winds take them away on freshly fallen snow
Peyote hallucinations die with Indian nations
Whittled down to nothing in the cold
Red Feather in his soft moccasins steps lightly
Dances the ancestral dance of sadness to the sand
Costumed and covered in plumage colored bright
Women and children cry out their song
In a trance about the glowing embers fired
Days gone, lives lost, on prairie and desert lands
Eagles climb high before they reach the heavens
Away from the red man, they fly off to find God
Before the weather worsens
A chant continues in the dark
For braves who lost their lives
Former warriors pray for warmth
A bottle of whiskey and remorse
An arrow pierces every heart
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