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after Louise Halfe

Throb of buffalo

herds, drumming

under the earth.

Whiff of sage

in the wind.

Chokecherry

branches, bowing,

heavy with fruit.

Sob of grass.

Wheels rumbling.

Burning tipis,

smoking flesh.

I Thirst Dance,

Ghost Dance,

I Give-Away Dance,

Beg Dance.

‘Shot our children

as they gathered

wood.’

Skull Dance.

‘A mountain of bones.’