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148 pages, Paperback
First published April 3, 2014
Wild grapevines overrun this
place. They cling all around
to chestnut, oak and gum
binding them to the ground.
I cannot see past
the awful complication of
their tangled branches.
At the first shot we
Bloody hands again
Huddled in this hollow tree
They killed my children
The Hiroquois barely tolerate me
Heat like a hammer hits,
When we came
into the country
in '88, the
buffalo were gone.
I never saw one alive.
Slaughtered . . .
Their roads at
Blue Lick were
40 yards wide,
and the Indians
who hunted them
lived in Mingo Bottom
prairie then, cornland
now.