From Prayer to the Thunder God
. .
.Still, the land's own
Freedom,
The
spring at the one tree
From which we drank
Sweat pouring off us
In
the grasshopper blur of
Midsummer.
The
lightning dances in my eyes
The
thunder rattles in my ears,
O' Tunkasila Wakantanka
Ho naho tuwa mis tate el kin. . .
O
Great Spirit. . .
From Freedom and Remembrance
. .
.Remembering
That
lightning strike of joy,
My heart so
struck
I could never
speak it to him.
Never
speaking that heart strike even as he died,
Forgiven his
failings of attention,
Tacit
understandings of regret;
A hard,
Depression childhood,
Toiling on
Tobacco Road,
Stuttering
man-child
Steeped in
cruelty
and ridicule.
. .
Organ Pipe Sky
Organ pipe
sky
Burnished
pearl,
An ice-blue
wind
Cold as a
fugue,
Ascends
To snows.
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