STANDING ROCK.

7:45 AM

 Standing Rock

NORTH DAKOTA

My mind races like a wild horse,

when the moon rotates slow above the piñon pines.

Thoughts run down my back 

falling into the cracks down my sides.

My slumber’s sliced open 

by the ice of the air , 

As the distant hum haunts, 

invasion comes clear 

The dawn, 

is swept off into the sun, 

along with the clouds, 

the dirt & fog.

Elders pass tobacco, 

a pinch to pay a prayer, 

the fire eats it up 

It’s flames become its ears.

The peace of this land,

the sacred promise it holds, 

disrupted by thieves

& unforgiving ghosts

 tribes of warriors, 

face the muzzles of men

history repeats itself 

Again & again.

 "I felt a spirit run through me, 

as gentle as smoke 

& embers of smudge"

"the heavy heart ache, 

falls with feathers, 

feathers found for strength & love"



MNI WICONI
WATER IS LIFE
November 1st, 2016