A medicine man by the blue water,
Sway of reeds, flickering grass tongues
The stream — his moon-eyes visible
To the white panther that stalks him down;
It prowls, the hunt is on, the pony
Crying, each claw a brier; the marauder
In snarled thickets lurks, then ambushes;
Gutted sacred lands haggard through
The hot white noon, burn to ash.
A medicine man hurled his heart to halt
A pace; suffered a raw wound, marred the flesh;
Forgotten his death. Advancing blues
To halt the red man — peace treaty like
Snake cloth, rules the writhing;
Rights to ancestral lands condemned,
Bolt the door, trail of tears.
Illness quickens, starvation gonging in their ears,
Dark guilt puts them in their graves;
The white panther’s belly is full.
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