There is a grief bone deep in life
Flowing, like an underground spring,
stone deep it permeates the very earth;
rising through alien roots,
twisted by chemistry, to flower
in poisoned soil.
There was a promise sown:
in virgin earth, under broad skies,
proclaimed by drumbeats,
honoring life’s heart; the hearts
of red children, and the thunder
of 4 million hooves.
There is a grief bone deep in me
Alone save for the echoed beats
of valiant hearts now stilled;
the painful cries of the lost
following fading pathways,
eclipsed by newer versions of
their history bone deep in me.