the drumbeats, heartbeats the voices, breathing sounds the dance of the dead the sadness of ancestors: tears upon the bone dust impotent vengeance my tears upon bone dust, my impotent vengeance, my sadness for all that is my love for a good day to die my buffalo jaw-bones rapping my dance of the dead my beads to tell our history my heartbeat stop. our sadness is your sadness your sadness is your love your smiles are smallpox blankets your teeth rot with envy our cheeks rise like the morning sun your eyes forbidden to rise your hands the slaves of your nightmares your ears can not hear our hearts beat a great spirit your hearts can not feel the spirit your trade can not find the spirit your tongues will never move in the spirit you can not kill our gods you must kill us, because you can not kill our spirits.
screaming at low volumes
