AFTER CHIEF SEATTLE
How can you buy the freshness of
the air
every shining pine needle holy
in memory
of death in the country of birth
we are part of the perfumed body
heat of the pony
He asks much of us
comfortably so that we will
consider
this sacred land, the blood of
our reflection
in the murmuring voice of the
rivers
the stranger, the enemy, his
father’s grave, forgotten,
sold like sheep, bright ways,
different eyes
a savage place of insects’ wings
insulting the ears, arguments of
frogs
the wind cleansed many days
air shares breath with the
sacred taste of meadow flowers
brothers, savage, I’ve seen
I do not understand what is the
loneliness of spirit
all things are connected
rich with the lives of our kin
this we know, all things are
connected
we did not weave the web of life
the common destiny our god may
not be owned
you shall shine brightly, that
destiny, a mystery
the secret ripe hills
where is the end of living
3/18/93
In class CPITS writing, first draft
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