the river sings

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

Cultivating the Silence of a Hungarian

Snowstorm….
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
Of winter

Transformations of sorrow and frozen rain
Passing through the window glass
To sit with me….

Shivadom maheo neh nameho….

On the frozen plains
Of Oklahoma….

28 November 2015
Gabors smoking room

“Creator pity my beloved”

Maheyuno

12434532_10208216395952161_809575815_nUpon the tornadic plains of washita
A crow sits in morning light
Looking east

Where she sleeps
When medicine sits down

In the wide hand of remembrance…

And here…
Where even wind and ice
Remember sand creek
Wounded knee…
Crescendoing
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
To depart….

Ghetto in foggia Italy
When medicine sits down..maheyuno
The tsistsistas name of Zoe henson
Her birthday on the anniversary of wounded knee
29 December…

© 2015 Lance Henson