His Feast: Her broken Fast
by Rosanna Deerchild
His feast:
Her broken fast
Harper doesn’t need to worry
About the woman on the hill
She’s already dead
From the arrows in her back
Those headdress & handshakes
Did the trick a treaty real good
Slip a token promise
Of more talk in their tea
They pack up her tipi
Even sweep up her mess
He’s not responsible
For what desperate men will do
Smiles in all the pictures
Says nothing of honor
Thinks of what he will eat
After all this is over
Theresa of the hill
Far away & forgotten
He doesn’t know
About the others
Just reaching
The horizon
The girl who danced
All the way
In a storm her blue regalia
Flashes lightening
In the open plain
Her sisters’ drum
Song is thunder
Across the land
Young men walk
Talk in new languages
Carry new weapons
Learned from history
Along side the highway
An old woman carries a sign
An old man marches
Just as he did in war time
The women bang on the door
Followed by leaders
Who refuse to fall
For the same old tactic
Of divide
Subtract and distract
Harper doesn’t know
The round dance is not over
Until the circle
Is complete
Until all the people
Are dancing
As one
We are here
To dance at your feast
Sing the story of your lies
Stand with our ancestors
We are hungry
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