Black Elk

once rode into battle with only a ceremonial bow
thrust out before him so he became an arrowing
Thunder God, and the blue-coats ran.
Crazy Horse was scarier still, a phantom fire, unkillable.
But the mountains failed them, and the grasses
failed them, and the rivers.
So much Spirit eradicated in 50 years.
So much Sorrow.
So little space to be alone with the alone.
So little time to walk in the sun.