Dead Settlers Moon

 

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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