Neville

Behind That Navajo Smile

Behind That Navajo Smile

 

What have those eyes

of yours seen

in the passing of time

my friend ..

The coming of seasons

and the birth

of new souls no doubt ..

Not to mention the

departure of old ones

and so many

bleached bones ..

The rape of our prairie

and demise

of the forest, we once

hunted and played in ..

So I ask you

again what became of

clean-water, of buffalo,

of elk, and of

rainbow flanked salmon ..

Is it so hard to

forget, the back-on-back

famine ..

Those lean years and the

slaughter ..

The arrival of small-pox,

of syphilis

and of course, influenza ..

Not to mention our old

friends both

cholera and alcohol ..

Yes those are but a few

of the many

things we are meant to

be ever so grateful for ..

And just a few of those,

these eyes of

mine have been privy to

in the passing of time,

my friend ..

Now does all that satisfy

your vague

curiosity and answer

the question

that you ran past me earlier ..