There’s a dead settlers moon tonight
When the sky is full of piercing light
Forcing the world into noticing the depth of shadows
Sparked in white not yellow
These were the nights
When crossing no man’s lands
Led to rampant success for the bow strung warriors of the Sioux and Lakota
While the cavalries of gunpowder and smallpox blankets
Never seemed to arrive in time
© Gayle Force Press 2006
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