Tasunka Witko
The greatest of men
he bled the truth,
his wounds for all to share
A symbol relived
a life unspoiled,
courage all too rare
The towering hawk
the thundering storm,
hailstones mark the way
A moment in time
a vision embraced
—his name the children pray
(Plane From Detroit: August 21, 2018)
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