Sunday, November 10, 2019

12,279. TRAJECTORY HALTED

TRAJECTORY HALTED
On top of this hill tonight there
is nothing : Only the black sky
where maybe the coyote sings.
The wail of a Cherokee, the 
song of 'Man of Swift Arrow.' 
I'm here now reading history 
in an old, moist book  -  I'm 
told it comes from tears, the 
moisture. Chickasaw, Chocktaw,
Seminole, and Creek. Of yes,
such gnashing of teeth.

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