am i an apparition my soul firmly anchored to this ground hands of others pass through me but do not feel me eyes see me but i am unseen my voice is unheard although many nod theirs heads and smile as if they might agree with whatever i’ve said perhaps the dead may sympathize with my fate or simply smile knowingly
once champagne ran its fingers around the rim dipping its tip into the heart of love but now only the smeared lipstick of regret can be seen and every dream is no more than the aftertaste of bad wine
this is not the place
that was your father’s
these woods hold
bones older than
your history
each tree marks
a fallen warrior
black elk knew of them
calling upon the spirits
to receive their brothers
and sisters in death
to guide them safely
to a land of peace
not one of war
nor into stolen mountains
flowing with streams of tears
nor torched prairie villages
now no more than smoke
carried away in the night
only brother wolf
was left
to lament
as the funeral
procession
passed by
to an unwanted
desert
away from
this sacred
and
holy
place
Read Between the Minds 