Tom Mcmurray Poet Free verse

Trail of Tears - Indians Forced On One Thousand Mile March

we have lost the meteoric 
icy-blue, sky-fire 
above the heated planetary core 
of a thousand covered suns 
in the center of oblivion 

where confluence 
carries hope 
in warm symbiont souls 
and lambs 
wear ragged fleece - 
iconoclastic mediocrity 

reflective fables 
of future past history 
unlocked - foretold 
the shamanistic path 
of return 
through stalagmite tunnels 
would lead our spirits home 

as tribal songs retreat 
oppression 
ever-present present past, 
shaman seer 
resurrected spirit healers 

weeping, weeping, 
weeping, 
for the buffalo 
bitter flood of salty tears 

blood of man 
soaks the trail with broken souls 
man and beast, stink and sweat, 
co-mingled 
bathe in single sacred tear 

underneath a future vision 
four white devil idol faces 

spirit sacrilege 
breathing devil breath 
upon the sacred hills of black and gold 

the ancients from the sky 
watch and weep 

and still dust stirs 
forty thousand spirit feet 
walking, winding, wending, 
in a never ending line 

worn and torn, shoeless feet, 
blistered toes to blistered souls 

trail of fear, 
women wailing, pain prevailing, 
psychic suicides and tribal death 
takes one final breath `

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