Those who Dreamed Spirit winds....
play the melody
as drums beat the rhythm
of silenced heartbeats....
Sand Creek...
Wounded Knee....

Faceless silent dead
Whose screams are never heard.....
Another time..another place....
that never comes...never leaves...
always there...

Which hearts can hear this?
It does not take a designated blood quorum....
Does anyone care?
Or does the daily existence
of this life silence the heart
to sob anymore?

Who cares that a woman's breasts were cut off
and worn as an ornament to decorate a soldier's hat?
Does anyone cry over the death
of that breastless dreamer?

We have told the stories....
Shared our fires...
Given warnings....
And in the silence of the mountains
I hear the whispers of the winds...
who say....It shall be played again....
No one knows how to light the fires anymore...
to warm the spirits...

I stand...against the winds...
and touch the heart of Grandfather Sky who weeps
and bow my head
as I see that flag of protectionfluttering...
in the winds as they stood....
slaughtered as the buffalo.....
dying...
still believing....

But no one hears their songs anymore....
and I wish....
Someone knew how to light the fires
for it is so very cold...
without protection from the winds.....