The river sings….as always
As all rivers….
The ones who nurture it…
It remembers you
In its flowing canticles of joy
It carries the grief of all who suffer for it
You who have bathed in it
Anointed now by its one prayer for you….
It flows for the ones who have no voice….
Their silence eternal…
Healing the broken shadows of man….
For the water protectors of standing rock
25 November 16
I burn silver sundance sage….I burn red homeland cedar….
I send the ashes..
From a feathered tip
Toward the massacred
Who are everywhere…..
From the stronghold
A river has no name..the sound it knows of wind
It’s singing self..
It’s long memory
Bereft of longing..
Full of human invasion
Rests in its essential movements..
It is possible for a river
To sing inside a soul..
It is you..
For berta caceres
From the stronghold
5 March 2016
You found it in a rusted can of earth and worms
In a hollow birch tree along a foggy river…
In the wintered whisky breath of a Chippewa
Walking toward the oblivion of a white city….
In the eyes of a woman sitting in tall grass….
In the half blindness that allowed you to see further
It gave you words forged in motions not used by common man….
Made of a crows wing it gave you flight
Made of a Bears tooth it gave you a singing in an undiminished voice….
Made of rain it gave you love….
In the windy light snows ….among the rusty dawns of desert
And sorrowed plains….
For Jim Harrison
28 March 2016
Under a canopy in a fiery rain….horseman
Of the drought from which they have arrived….
Humans on the run….
In the gathering vagueries
Of the many
Posted on the voting boards..
15 March 2016
Veho, tsistsistas for white man
For the dine
If you are spirit
You are dying
Upon the tornadic plains of washita
A crow sits in morning light
Where she sleeps
When medicine sits down
In the wide hand of remembrance…
Where even wind and ice
Remember sand creek
In wintered memory
Grey army blankets
Captured army saddles
Medicine songs continue…
In the confusion of drones and secret prisons
The long dream that died before it was born
The sky goes on eating the oceans
Men continue eating themselves….
Unrelenting human shame
All that remains
On the glass road the gods used
Ghetto in foggia Italy
When medicine sits down..maheyuno
The tsistsistas name of Zoe henson
Her birthday on the anniversary of wounded knee
© 2015 Lance Henson
washing your hands
no thing more sacred
how we need you