We cannot eat lies
or feast on empty promises
No more than the bison,
starving in the desert sand
We cannot clothe our children
as we run from the Wasichus
Our teepees torn and freezing
amidst the winter snows
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: Late September, 1994)
Grandfather\'s Song
Our Father, life giving light,
Redeemer of the plains
Carry our offerings into your heart,
remember, we serve in your name
Spirit Redeemer, the mountains and hills,
distant and barren in lore
The drums have restarted, the chanting begun,
the People despairing no more
(From ‘The Book Of Prayers:’ September, 2020)