Wounded Knee
bury him
deep, tomahawk
blood stains, we cut
him down from the tree
limb, hunters moon wanes,
genitals wrapped
lifeless in a medicine
bundle, tie it with deer gut
purifying with fire where he had
the women trapped in his game of
dirty rut, elk antler tines keeping count
of sin, let the pictures tell the story again and again.
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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