The Great Mold

Where the eyes lost their sparkles Through the prairies-shadow lie, What is South Dakota A collective of arrowheads, Deers, or buffaloes' dried skin? Is the great Sioux chief sleeping?.... Or watching us With his racy soul?... Or is he in the peaks Tripping through the sky as a pine?... Or in the front of the dangerous trail? Or his pipe is still filled of ashes, where the smoke gleaming cold like bubbles? Or with the elegance of a horsemaster Letting the wind to take all legendary away? Not the uncertain is certain, Long stream and grass-laden, Nor the mourn shall cry with us -- against the Sitting rock Of a legend -- the unseen Holy man Watching the blooms Of Paha-Sapa! Where the eyes lost their sparkles Through the prairies-shadow lie, What is South Dakota A collective of arrowheads, Deers, or buffaloes' dried skin? Is the great Sioux chief sleeping?.... Or watching us With his racy soul?... Or is he in the peaks Tripping through the sky as a pine?... Or in the front of the dangerous trail? Or his pipe is still filled of ashes, where the smoke gleaming cold like bubbles? Or with the elegance of a horsemaster Letting the wind to take all legendary away? Not the uncertain is certain, Long stream and grass-laden, Nor the mourn shall cry with us -- against the Sitting rock Of a legend -- the unseen Holy man Watching the blooms Of Paha-Sapa!