my ancestors' names are carved into my bones
but they're dancing with her spirit
she's wild and free
one with nature
like the ones who walked this land before us
the feather headdress tilts dangerously from her bobbing head
her body shakes and jerks with a rhythm no one knows
but her
she's a woman, she's a child
this is nothing that i've seen before
i can see them
the chiefs and warriors of the past
they dance with her in the eyes of the flame
or maybe it's just my imagination
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
