Ghost Roads

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.

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