Buffalo Hunters
Ghosts of buffalo hunters
on galloping horses
leap across the plains
against the autumn sky,
dust clouds mingle with
specter shapes,
shrouding the hunter and
the hunted.
Spears soar in deadly flight,
aiming at prey who are
singing their death song
while hearts of men rejoice at
the kill.
When amber sunset meets
shadowed earth hunters
and buffalos turn into nomadic
dust devils which join other spirits
as they sweep across the prairie,
leaving the sacred ground as
seen in the eyes of the all-knowing
aged chief.
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