Here in the unspoken….
Where a dead lover
immaculate in her
Brought me to a flowing river….
The trees ascending into the water….
Where her eyes opened for the last time
This is where dreams bring their wounded…
This is where dreams cross over leaving
This is where dreams….
Come to die….
From the stronghold
April 2 19
Silence is heavy
As it carries all its loved ones
Ones whose silence lives in the water
Ones whose voices begin and continue in a language
We have yet to learn
It sings in the between breath of the newborn
It weeps with the hearted ones whose prayer is the dawn
And the last breath of a child and the last breath of a
Mother and the last breath of a soldier
is followed by silence
We see our silence
Not as we knew it
And we wish to return to it
Though we are too changed….
From the dead zone texts
Poem number five
17 December 2016
Running in your veins…..
In a sacramental night
In your dawn misted breath
As you pray….
Wholeness all around…
Tsistsistas for Panther
25 May 16′
From the dead zone hymnal
Vanishing in the void
Shadowless in our breathing
eyes closed as we listen to the
Vacant as rainless sky
Blood on the pale stones
The first few flakes cascading
As small messages over the garden…
Having shapeshifted out of an Italian sky
From a swirling wind of tumultuous joy
The acidity of America still strong I’m my senses….
Now in this quiet
Transformations of sorrow and frozen rain
Passing through the window glass
To sit with me….
Shivadom maheo neh nameho….
On the frozen plains
28 November 2015
Gabors smoking room
“Creator pity my beloved”
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
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
Rain: Music and Spoken Word
©Arlo Bigazzi, Claudio Chianura & Lance Henson
Shivadom neh gotchgon
Silent in their
On another street
*Cheyenne honor name for the French meaning red man.