Stars untether the boneless night….
There is a room where outside its smiling windows
The shackled skeletons break free….
We have borne winters soliloquy as beggars
In a field of blinded goats…
Wandering the burnt landscape among
The names of charred
She is spinning the wheels of rainfall
in a dress of fallen names….
Placing them in a leather glove….
For the next one to wear….
*mistah – Cheyenne word for ghost or great horned owl
From the stronghold
Dawn disguised as sorrow
Stands before the wintered plain
A wolf track fills with snow….
Shaking its shimmering being
From the solitude of flight….
The badger watching….
Mahago domiutz ehiwoh
(Walking badger said this)
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”
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
the way back
flawed in its hastening
as you shake
off the rain
may 10, 2015
©2015 Lance Henson
it was in autumn that i….drawn like a wind
of dream…began a journey….a solitary voice
in search of a darkened refuge….another distance
©1987 lance henson