The bitter dusts of war
the bitter dusts of famine,
pierce men’s skins
swirling in their hearts
with a coyote chorus
of forgotten words,
forgotten peace;
The Winds of corpses
and the Winds of souls,
howl with their forgotten promises
across our empty hunting grounds
where the promises of Buffalo
gave way to certainty of steel;
The blood of our braves
and the blood of heaven,
moisten barren earth
placing a veil of green
on the lamentation of widows
and their inheritance of dreams.