Chadron, a shortcut to
                         Pine Ridge. Doing sixty
                         on the gravel, dust trailing
                         like the tail of a wind-whipped kite.
                                 Careful now!

                         Top the hill and hit the brakes.
                         A junker sits below, mid-road,
                         doors open wide, while inside,
                         four warriors encircle and
                         wage war against
                                 Ernest and Julio!

                         On a vision quest with painted
                         faces, spray silver or gold,
                         not vermilion, ochre, black
                                  as in Crazy Horse's Day!

                         Slide to a stop, cursing,
                         gravel and dust flying.
                         They notice finally,
                         laugh, wave, nod.

                         They are where we put them
                         at the bottom of this hill and 
                         still in the white man's way.