poetry & things

Amerind

From mud walled homes

these remnants come, artifacts of shell and bone

leather shoes and deerskin coats

woolen blankets and woven rugs,

baskets for storing grain and corn.

Grinding stones and sun bleached bones

antiquities and memories found in fields of sand,

necklace beads of finest hammered silver

now forgotten and lost, and too the river’s water.

Came a sorrowful war with bullet guns

that pierced the heart of every man

no match for shooting arrows.

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