Osage Poems - Poems about Osage

Elizabeth Marie Tall Chief bigotry gave her grief failing health, unsteady, she railed, “Get my swan costume ready!”...

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Where the Osages' God almighty once reigned The almighty dollar their proud life- blood drained As man- made arteries pumped out the rich black oil Making a mockery of their sacred soil Their native American dream withered and died A bounty built on bodies the thieves satisfied Slick concords duped and dealt deceit Gilt edged profit a one way street Guilt...

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Aged Osage; twisting, turning, tentacled specter of the soil; centuries of thrills, you have seen. Gnarly old fingers, still reach for brother sun’s embrace and you share your elation freely. Stories told in limb and bough, are road maps through time; I see that history, can hide nothing from you. I listen to your whispers; I hear your songs,...

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I imagine the echo of the once thundering herds, Before the Bison succumbed to the tallow vats. I listen for symphonies of the missing songbirds, That made the Osage foothills their habitat. The land that was theirs is no longer pristine, Now the hills are interspersed with pump-jacks. Barbed wire fences make today's boundaries clean, And pickup trucks are the source of...

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We nod into gentleness like genocide sleep in flourishing sanity through elms sifting epitaphs. Our sheen of silence on white muslin offers up old uncles like hedge apples ...

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