Seneca Nation
People flock to Naples.
Monday, lunch-crowd
Says, "I'll take the
Graveyard--'Bob n' Ruth's' special."
Seneca chiefs continue
Their conversations.
Symbols speak in
Passionate tongues.
Who's listening?
The Bristol Hills know
That every tree and vine
Has a tale worth telling,
"Forgive us,
Our dearest Seneca brothers."
A chief of the Senecas chose to be buried in Naples, NY in the late 19th century.
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