Charles Fuller Poet Epyllion

In the Shadows of Wounded Knee

Coming upon…
	Morose shabby hovelled homes
	Heat scorched children playing
		Sun bleached innocence

	Resolve slowly evaporating
	In the arid wasteland heat of
		The badlands of Wounded Knee

Brilliant pallid…
	Laundry whites on outside lines
	A broken spirit of surrender
		Sun blanched innocence

	The tribal elders sullen smiles
	Kilned into perfections ersatz in
		The fires of Wounded Knee

Night elapses…
	Reprieve called for in the Anepe
	Under the stifling desert heat
		Sun burned innocence

	Dry fields lay across this wasteland
	Only the proud Sioux spirit endures in
		The shadows of Wounded Knee

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