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there appear marvellous “pipes”
“robes”
“tobacco bags”
“drums”
victory for the wasichu
the coin the carceral masque
the sacred pipe the seven rites of the oglala sioux
what a tremendous loss
yet
the hearth of earth remembers the way of the pipe
the pipe
neither object nor subject
did not cooperate
with the cavalry of words
black elk
black kettle
sitting bull
stand as presences for me
the constitution
impresses me as alien
ignorant
without provision
thanking the plants the animals the insects the stars
sun and moon
earth
water
fire
air
i went to the pine ridge reservation once
i went to wounded knee
it was not a message
not scene
not for words
wind
blood
light shadow
wind
“the wind”
“the breath”
are mysterious ( unknown ) profound
language and the will
are dependent on “the breath”
“the pipe”
the conquerors build temples
polity
coin counters
the paraclete of the gospels
holy ghost
does not live indoors
today
plumage
a spring snow
illuminated
the fine discourse
of the smallest branches
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