epilogue..

the stage
is empty
as black elk
speaks
his final lines
all that was sacred
has been torn away
only
barren land remains
but
we must rewrite
the final scene
for now
even the land
is being raped
for profit
dug up
to bury
liquid poison
near the unmarked graves
of ancestors
ancestors
whose spirits
are in the land
and
the waters
that flow
beneath our feet
and so
we must paint
our faces
once again
and
mount a battle
to save
the very stage
we stand upon