Ghost dancer giving thanks walks across
Fish Lake pray past the old Pine
That marks the passage to the place
Where the peacemakers went when they were
Irrelevant
That time in the years, the years right after,
After the famine came, after we began
Giving into reservations.
They gathered in the spirit, the spirit called
Madness, the one that cried for food
As much as freedom, that wondered
Where the buffalo went, what god did
Not let them return, shady skies and
Bodies in a bloodless Earth.
The Starvation of 1884.