Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Poem, Games of War Thereof

The gentle kiss of early spring
Upon my cheek doth pour
Calming waves of peacefulness
On jagged feelings o'er

Dilute the sour remnants
Of lifetimes spent within
Savage harsh injustice
Nothing left to win

Release it to the angels
Of all the peoples of
All the souls of Earthly
Games of war thereof

--EVE Featherstone

Depiction of the Sand Creek Massacre by Cheyenne eyewitness and artist Howling Wolf

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