Black Elk Speaks
12/18/2013 12:09 p.m.
white heat.. was on our tracks
the four-legged on the run
white heat.. on our backs


burning like a sun
we walked.. walked


til there was no-where left to go
we walked.. many fell down


bloody in the snow
white heat.. was on our tracks


and growing to a flood
white heat.. on our backs


and growing to a flood
we fought.. fought


til there was no-where left to go
we fell… a pool of red neath


passing wheels in mud and snow
black elk… “I did not know then


how much was that end..”
black elk… “I see it now…


from the high-hill old age..”
black elk… “I see the people


scattered along the gulch
black elk… “I see it plain..
as when I saw with young eyes…
and I see…something else died
in the bloody snow…I see…
A peoples’ dream died there…


it was a beautiful dream..
it was a beautiful dream…”


wo-o, wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o
wo-o, wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o




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