Thursday, August 9, 2018

Native Valentine

The light is in the ink
With which we write
More than the words
 
There are demons in the letters
The native peoples recognized
When presented with the Bible
 
They saw their souls
Could be hypnotized by cameras
But patiently sat for paintings
 
Even as the whites
Corrupted their children and themselves
They blessed the land
 
Before anything was written down
They listened to the ground
Could hear it celebrate and groan

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